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 Date :  (Вт) 17-Сен-96 23:3
 From :  Stepan M. Pechkin 2:5030/386.13
 To   :  All
 Subj :  Вам хотелось - поимейте

        О, All!
We shall leave this country for aye,
we shall leave this country for aye.
On the first true hint of a godsped wind
we shall leave this country for aye.
Remember when they were leaving, those
who before us came into here,
how strangely amazed our people was,
how we watched their eyes with fear;
for their eyes were colourless, blind and empty
when following them we came.
But those who will live here after we leave,
They're watching us all the same.
We shall leave this country for aye...
Heart of him who is born for the battle
rejoyces in clashing swords;
those who are fed on the speeches wise
seek for the wine of words.
But we had so fiercely pursued the truth
that now life itself goes astray.
On even a hint of a godsped wind
we must leave this country for aye.
We shall leave this country for aye...
The Bishop issued an order today
and set forth his servants to port.
Past an hour there will be no captain who may
or who wishes to take us aboard.
But Tom Redson the fisher is friend of ours,
and a true good friend he will stay.
'Cross the borders of night we shall set in flight
and cross the borders for aye.
We shall leave this country for aye,
We shall leave this country for aye.
We shall never, never, never, never return
once left this country for aye.
        Stepan (с приветом) (pechkin@kirov.nit.spb.su).
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 * Origin: >*< Игра старше культуры (Т.А.Кривко-Апинян) (FidoNet 2:5030/386.13)

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