| I made birdhouses in the spring, I didn’t get along with birdhouses, palaces.
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| Come, you are my mercenaries, you are my birds.
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| I pleased the boards with a rubanochka, everyone was tireless in the mornings,
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| To make your nestlings cozy.
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| Starlings fly home, starlings fly, fly.
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| Starlings seriously look at starlings like that, fly, look.
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| Starlings fly home, starlings fly, fly.
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| Starlings seriously look at starlings like that, fly, look.
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| There will be songs walking around the neighborhood, there will be groves all green,
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| Sing, sing not for fame, for spring.
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| Sing for the sake of a bright holiday, your serene song,
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| A song of spring, a song of the heart, and I will sing along.
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| Starlings fly home, starlings fly, fly.
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| Starlings seriously look at starlings like that, fly, look.
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| Starlings fly home, starlings fly, fly.
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| Starlings seriously look at starlings like that, fly, look.
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| Starlings fly home, starlings fly, fly.
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| Starlings seriously look at starlings like that, fly, look.
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| Starlings fly home, starlings. |