The banks are green, the wide river
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Oh, it's not easy to cross.
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Vanechka walks and wanders, walks from afar
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Oh yes, from the fierce nineties
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Where you do not set foot - scree, but drown on the way,
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And the forest is shrouded in black smoke
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Vanya is looking for a bridge to cross the river,
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Yes, he is fornicating, as if the devil has beguiled ...
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The graying mother calls out to the son of the prodigal,
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Wasting his energy in vain:
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Vanyusha fled to a distant city to fight,
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Let the child not return.
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The bones on the roadside will be covered with snow -
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So here's a white shroud for you
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If life overhead is tied in a bag -
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Lie down and do nothing.
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Dead water ran from the tap
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And they say she was alive.
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A cheerful toastmaster pulls the strings,
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Stitches foolish mouths.
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Friendly silence and well-fed lies
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Ends in the water, will not come up soon
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Behind the fence, Vanya is crucified by a crow
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And we'll cry at the fence.
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How many desperate shoulders were cut by the whip -
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Kukushkin's country is big.
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Very, brothers, I want to die in Russia,
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That's why I'm not leaving.
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The Motherland beats with its heart, but it breaks out of me,
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The brothers collected their luggage, but
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I can't last even a day in paradise without a Motherland,
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And with her - and in hell it's not scary.
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A shoemaker and a tailor will remain on the porch -
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The porch will go off the hammer.
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They say that Vanechka will be resurrected on the day off,
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Yes, but I don't know how... |