| If you step into the Chivuta garden
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| He will fall on the seventh knee
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| And, as if there were no other gardens
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| Di everything buds and everything shines
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| You can steal shaboes and peonies in peace
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| My unhappy mother
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| She wanted to save me, with fine advice
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| But she had to know by then
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| If we are not castes, what should I not do
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| What is a rampart or a wide wall?
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| It's easy to ride when you're old
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| Moss like astrakhan
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| To sneak away, darling, darling
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| There is a fan across the sky
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| Young carp porter
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| The hand moves the curtain
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| Flashing in the darkness, pearly wells
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| For some reason, the lily of the valley always sprouts
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| Just in silence and in the shadows
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| I won't go to that shore
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| I don't know after the trip from there
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| Me choro, my lolo
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| Chu will shoro pasha mande
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| The wind howls and howls
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| Take off your skirt and vest
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| Nobody cares, nobody knows
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| To the daughter of a chingar
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| If you touch the Chivut garden
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| You will carry the curse like a silver bell
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| You will be thirsty by the well
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| And the poor man with a lot of money
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| You will give all the diamonds
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| For a funny zircon
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| Who enters someone else's garden
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| Black loaf of meat, in a black tin
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| Eh, "Don't want anything else…"
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| All mortal sins are in that sin
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| Like a crumb from a pocket
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| It rots easily, life has passed
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| Yes, they told me she was beautiful
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| But just like that? |
| They didn't say that |