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Bucky 🖤

Cuckoo. Кукушка

Russian song .

How many unwritten songs are yet to come, cuckoo?
Tell me, cuckoo, sing.
Am I to live in the city or the country,
to lie like a stone, or burn like a star?
A star.

Sunshine of mine – look at me,
my palm has turned to a fist.
And if you have the gunpowder – give me a flame.
That’s it.

Who will follow the lonely road?
The strong and the brave,
who laid down their heads in battle.
The few whose memory shines still.
With a sober mind, and a strong hand in the ranks.
In the ranks.

Sunshine of mine – look at me,
my palm has turned to a fist.
And if you have the gunpowder – give me a flame.
That’s it.

Where are you now, my free will?
With whom are you greeting the gentle dawn? Tell me.
It’s good with you, it’s bad without.
The head and shoulders so patients under the whip.
Under whip.

Sunshine of mine – look at me,
my palm has turned to a fist.
And if you have the gunpowder – give me a flame.
That’s it.

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