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френски
Превод
английски
Chante
Sing
The northern wind galloped
The bird is dead long live the bird
There is wine for next year and some good bread
So sing, sing, sing
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la
Sunken pathways when things go wrong
When it feels better, cathedrals
And this child that you wait for while knitting
So sing, sing, sing
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