| Along and along the river, along and along the Kazanka, a gray drake swims,
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| Oh, yes, lyuli-lyuli, oh, yes, lyuli-lyuli, the dove-gray drake is swimming.
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| Along and along the bank, along and along the steep, a good fellow is walking.
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| Oh, yes, lyuli-lyuli, oh, yes, lyuli-lyuli, a good fellow is coming.
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| He combs his curls, he combs his russes with a frequent comb-comb.
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| Three villages, two villages, eight girls, one me.
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| Frequent comb-comb.
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| He himself with curls, he himself talks with blonds,
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| Look you, come on, what are you talking about, you are talking.
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| Losing.
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| They got curls, they got russes to scratch the old grandmother,
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| She does not scratch them, she does not stroke them, she only pulls her hair.
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| The curls were taken out, the red maiden got the ruses to scratch,
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| She scratches them, she strokes them, puts hair to hair.
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| He sings once, he sings twice, grief is not a problem, the canary sings plaintively.
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| Losing.
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| Along and along the river, along and along the Kazanka, a gray drake swims,
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| Oh, yes, lyuli-lyuli, oh, yes, lyuli-lyuli, the dove-gray drake is swimming.
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| Oh, yes, lyuli-lyuli, oh, yes, lyuli-lyuli, the dove-gray drake is swimming. |