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General Lingonberry

 

Lyrics: Potanya

Music: Potanya

 

At the edge, which is not to write a book,

Full of moisture the grass,

General huddled land Lingonberry

With Polyanka near the ditch.

 

They had fifteen children with the general,

And in the shadow,

Nobody boasted sword and visor:

They grow cranberries.

 

In Brusnichka river that flowed near,

I do not swim, and Noah's Ark,

And next to the border ran worlds

And berries are hiding in the snow.

 

But once on the border proshlyapili little,

Slept through the alarm, see:

Air nomads flock rushed

And she began to trample cranberries.

 

Enemies, emitting cries of joy,

Without shaking in excitement:

Brave detachment of General Lingonberry

Blades welcomed evil.

 

And people are not seeing the battle target,

Panama pulled down over one eyebrow,

Along Shasta precipice, looked blankly,

As blood poured cowberry.

 

Cowberry people fought like wolves,

And one in seven dying

But they were all grains in a coffee grinder,

The last general died.

 

In the palm of your hand squeezing cranberry beans,

He got up after the death of herbs

And quietly said to me: everything in the world so controversial,

We see only a wall was removed.

He quietly told me: everything in the world so controversial,

We see only a wall was removed.