Engaged and asked, yes wound up
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cheerful intention,
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Yes, all to the capital villages
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Intoxicated rushes a whirlwind.
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Redistribution yes bust, yes gossip
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Worldly of all foundations -
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That thing is not easy,
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Measure with their brother.
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With a thin beak from a narrow throat.
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There is more, but there is no stronger Russian.
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They give relics and burn the unimaginable,
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Well, let's get her outside.
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Speak, speak, speak, speak, Veliky Ustyug.
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Speak, speak, speak, and the Lord will let us go.
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It is not a groan, but not a howl, but not a song,
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And then my heart
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For the old place
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Ridiculous prayer raves.
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And not a king, but not a priest, but not a court,
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Or maybe the Almighty himself,
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Look, it just so happened
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He is coming to us for a feast.
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And it is not known what is behind the forces.
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Here we can fly wingless.
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The burning ropes were untied,
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Souls were tormented by conversations.
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Speak - come on.
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Here comes the pain, here comes the pain, here comes the laughter
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Face and inside out
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Sledges are rushing into the snowdrift,
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And I'll be drunk sweetly.
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Drown, yeah guess, wrap up
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In patterns - all the skill.
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Great patience
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Your lips kept.
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Knitted with niello, silver is dressed.
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Kako, Think, People, Eat, Good.
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The sky has collapsed - who is willing to raise it?
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Drive birds through the streets with children.
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That is not a syllable, but not a log house, but not hands
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cast iron weave,
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And then holy singing
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Not dying faces.
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Here is the day, here is the year, here is the century
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Yes, through the fire of hysterics,
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Your ears are waiting
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From another world of screams.
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Sat on a stone, chiseled by the winds,
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I see it's prophesied
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But is it just a simple speech?
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Wait until everything settles down with the wind.
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Temples of white snow do not melt here,
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With grief equally while away here,
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What is not fearful is insulting here,
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There is no end in sight to the reasoning here.
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With the trees we will close together naked,
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And well, whip the capitals with verbs,
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The north warms and the south one spring,
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We utter love and joyfully.
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Talk, come on. |