Predawn dampness, the wilderness of the Old Testament,
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Every day there's a new episode
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Behind the rusty gate, sovereign gait,
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Drunk, the neighbor mercilessly spoils the horizon.
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You can not do it this way! |
The earth will fasten on the teeth,
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Mosquitoes and gnats, so why won't I go anywhere?
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Am I here forever?
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Ingrown cathedrals, rotten fences,
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My homeland will meet the traveler grimacing.
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Pits and bumps, vodka, mushrooms,
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The steam bathhouse with an ice hole will roll away to its heart's content.
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You can not do it this way! |
Life is just wasted
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Barking dogs all night, but I'm still not going anywhere,
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What's wrong with the head?
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In the sky there is a cross made of clouds, I will say without fools,
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Captivatingly beautiful braided willow silhouette of the bridge
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In the village, life is simple, flows slowly,
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And when it turns, with gray fogs.
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The distance is drunk with dew, laziness will cover everyone,
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We will finish with a neighbor with an important conversation
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It's a difficult day by the fire under the apple tree.
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You can not do it this way! |
Friends write to their homeland.
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They say to drink and work hard, but I still don’t go to them there,
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Yes, I'm here forever! |