Переведите нужно влада) россия опять, как в годы золотые, три стертых треплются шлеи, и вязнут спицы росписные в расхлябанные россия, нищая россия, мне избы серые твои, твои мне песни ветровые,- как слезы первые
любви! тебя жалеть я не умею и крест свой бережно какому хочешь чародею отдай разбойную красу! пускай заманит и обманет,- не пропадешь, не сгинешь ты, и лишь забота затуманит твои прекрасные ну что ж? одно заботой
боле - одной слезой река шумней а ты все та же - лес, да поле, да плат узорный до и невозможное возможно, дорога долгая легка, когда блеснет в дали дорожной мгновенный взор из-под платка, когда звенит тоской острожной
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again, as in the golden years,three deleted shlei shoot the breeze,and the sinking hand-painted spokesin loose track russia, impoverished russia,i am your gray house,your songs i wind -as the first tears of love! you feel sorry i can notand bear his cross with care what you want magiciangive me the beauty of robbery! let him tempt and deceive -do not get lost, do not you sginesh,and the only concern of bluryour beautiful features well? one concern bole -one tear of the noisy riverare you still the same - the forest, but the fieldyes patterned boards to brow the impossible is possible,long road is easy,when the flashes in the distance the roadinstantly look from under her kerchief,when the rings sadly cautiousdeaf song coachman! .

russiaagain, as in the golden years,three deleted shlei shoot the breeze,and the sinking hand-painted spokesin loose track

russia, impoverished russia,i am your gray house,your songs i wind -as the first tears of love!

you feel sorry i can notand bear his cross with care what you want magiciangive me the beauty of robbery!

let him tempt and deceive -do not get lost, do not you sginesh,and the only concern of bluryour beautiful features

well? one concern bole -one tear of the noisy riverare you still the same - the forest, but the fieldyes patterned boards to brow

the impossible is possible,long road is easy,when the flashes in the distance the roadinstantly look from under her kerchief,when the rings sadly cautiousdeaf song coachman! .

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