| Yugoslav soldier and English sailor
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| We waited at the bridge for a quick-eyed seamstress
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| Everyone thought - "Mine!", Everyone carried her tenderness
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| And for the gentle look and for the tender neck
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| And as enemies they sat down on the bench
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| Yugoslav soldier and English sailor
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| Everyone wants to love both soldiers and sailors
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| Everyone wants to have both a bride and a friend
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| Everyone wants to love both soldiers and sailors
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| Only days are hard, only our days are a blizzard
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| The Serb loved his Danube, the Englishman long ago
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| Loved nothing but a pipe and whiskey,
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| But the girl didn't walk, it was getting dark
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| The clouds lowered their low shroud to the water
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| And the soldier looked at the sailor as close
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| As if he was a friend or knew for a long time
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| Everyone wants to love both soldiers and sailors
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| Everyone wants to have both a bride and a friend
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| Everyone wants to love both soldiers and sailors
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| Only days are hard, only our days are a blizzard
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| And then in the tavern, where the double bass was buzzing
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| Grunting displeasedly at shrill violins
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| They drank fiery alcohol and foamed kvass
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| And each other through the smoke sent smiles
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| And they shouted, understanding each other
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| Yugoslav soldier and English sailor
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| Everyone wants to love both soldiers and sailors
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| Everyone wants to have both a bride and a friend
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| Everyone wants to love both soldiers and sailors
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| Only days are hard, only our days are a blizzard |