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you are my Shagane, Shagane!
because, I'm from the north, whether,
I'm ready to tell you the field,
About wavy rye under the moon.
you are my Shagane, Shagane.

because, I'm from the north, whether,
There's a huge moon a hundred times,
Whatever it was beautiful Shiraz,
He is no better Ryazan expanses.
because, I'm from the north, whether.

I'm ready to tell you the field,
This hair I took the rye,
If you want to, thumb vyazhi -
I did not feel pain.
I'm ready to tell you the field.

About wavy rye under the moon
According curls you my guess.
Expensive, mum, smile,
only memory do not wake me
About wavy rye under the moon.

you are my Shagane, Shagane!
There, in the north, girl too,
At you like she was scared,
Can, He thinks of me ...
you are my Shagane, Shagane.

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