WHITE SHUTTER
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Mykola Gnatyuk
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Anatoly Poperechny
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Lightning breaks out, evening in the meadows,
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Where the wind smelled of lungwort,
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Where in warm August I was waiting for you,
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Timidly and joyfully, timidly and joyfully,
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He knocked on the shutters.
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With white shutters, with white shutters a house over the river,
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Where did we leave, where did we leave, something with you,
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Sweet, old, somewhere beyond the distance, in a continuous haze,
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The shutters creaked, as if calling out, where are you dear.
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And over the mowing, and over the stubble,
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Summer from autumn behind the crane,
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How did it happen, was my family,
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With white shutters
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with white shutters
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The house became someone else's.
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With white shutters, with white shutters a house over the river,
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Where did we leave, where did we leave, something with you,
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Darling, old, somewhere beyond the distance, in a continuous haze,
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The shutters creaked, as if calling out, where are you dear.
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With white shutters, with white shutters a house over the river,
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Where did we leave, where did we leave, something with you,
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Darling, old, somewhere beyond the distance, in a continuous haze,
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The shutters creaked, as if calling out, where are you dear.
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The shutters creaked, as if calling out, where are you dear.
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Where are you dear. |