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1. * * * (With pride your spirit is darkened)
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2. Envy Not Your Friend
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3. * * * (Where is your gypsy boy, tall one)
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1. * * * (With pride your spirit is darkened)
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Часть текста: With pride your spirit is darkened For this you won't know world at all. You say that this faith is a dream And mirage is this capital. You say that my country is sinful, Your country is godless, I scream. May the guilt still lie upon us - We can correct and redeem. Around you are water and flowers Why seek a beggar and sinner, my dear? I know that you're sick very badly: You seek death and the end you fear.
2. Envy Not Your Friend
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Часть текста: Envy Not Your Friend Envy Not Your Friend Envy not your friend if hes more handsome, More intelligent or wealthier than you. Let his merits and let his successes Not tear up the laces on your shoe. Move along your way without a care, Smile still broader out of his success! Maybe hell face darkness and despair And your porch will be adorned with bliss! Laugh with him, and cry with his distresses: Feel him with your heart, and for all time! Do not block your friend from his successes: Its a sin to do so! Truly, its a crime!
3. * * * (Where is your gypsy boy, tall one)
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Часть текста: "Where is your gypsy boy, tall one, That over black kerchief did weep, Where is your small first child What memory of him do you keep?" "Mother's role is a sweet torture, I was not worthy of it. The gate dissolved into white heaven, Magdalene took the kid. "Each day for me is happy and jolly, I got lost in a too-long spring, Only arms pine away for a burden Only his cries in my sleep ring. "The heart will be restless and weary And no memory cross my mind, I still wander in rooms dark and bleary And his crib still attempt to find."

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