A soldier has a day off, buttons in a row
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Brighter than a sunny day they burn with gold
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Sentinels at the post, it's spring in the city
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Lead us to the gate
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Comrade Sergeant, Comrade Sergeant
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A soldier walks through the city along an unfamiliar street
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And from the smiles of girls the whole street is bright
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Do not be offended, girls, but the main thing for a soldier
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For his distant beloved to wait
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And the soldier will drink kvass, buy a popsicle
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No hurry, will leave the cinema
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The carousel will rush him, ringing with music
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And he has in stock
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Half a day left, half a day left
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A soldier walks through the city along an unfamiliar street
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And from the smiles of girls the whole street is bright
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Do not be offended, girls, but the main thing for a soldier
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For his distant beloved to wait
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Where the beloved lives, lindens rustle
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And not her soldier gets into the carousel
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But others are useless, every single one
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If you wait right
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Your soldier, your soldier
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A soldier walks through the city along an unfamiliar street
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And from the smiles of girls the whole street is bright
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Do not be offended, girls, but the main thing for a soldier
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For his distant beloved to wait
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A soldier walks through the city along an unfamiliar street
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And from the smiles of girls the whole street is bright
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Do not be offended, girls, but the main thing for a soldier
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For his distant beloved to wait |