| One summer at dawn
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| I looked into the neighboring garden,
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| There is a dark-skinned Moldavian
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| Gathers grapes.
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| I blush, I turn pale
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| She wanted to say:
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| "Stand over the river
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| Meet the summer dawns!"
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| Curly green maple, carved leaf,
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| I am in love and embarrassed before you.
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| Maple green, yes maple curly,
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| Yes, curly, carved!
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| Curly green maple, carved leaf,
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| I am in love and embarrassed before you.
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| Maple green, yes maple curly,
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| Yes, curly, carved!
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| A dark-skinned Moldavian
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| Answered the guy in harmony:
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| "Partisan, Moldavian
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| We are gathering a team.
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| It's early partisans
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| They left home.
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| The road is waiting for you
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| To the partisans in the dense forest.
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| Curly green maple, carved leaf,
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| Here at the maple, we will part with you.
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| Maple green, yes maple curly,
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| Yes, curly, carved!
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| Curly green maple, carved leaf,
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| Here at the maple, we will part with you.
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| Maple green, yes maple curly,
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| Yes, curly, carved!
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| And a dark-skinned Moldavian
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| Went down the path into the woods.
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| In that offense I saw
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| That you didn't invite with you.
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| About the dark-skinned Moldavian woman
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| I often thought at night.
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| Again your darkie
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| I met in the squad!
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| Curly green maple, carved leaf,
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| Hello, my good guy, my dear.
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| Maple green, yes maple curly,
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| Yes, curly, carved!
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| Curly green maple, carved leaf,
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| Hello, my good guy, my dear.
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| Maple green, yes maple curly,
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| Yes, curly, carved! |