کوکو (فاخته)

Cuckoo
Polina Gagarina
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How many songs are there yet to come?
Tell me, cuckoo, and sing…
Where am I to live, where am I to die?
Lying on the ground, or flying like a star in the sky?
Like a star.
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My sun, come look at me
My hand has now turned into a fist
And if there’s gunpowder, give me fire.
Like this…
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Who will tread upon these lonely steps again?
Who is strong and brave? Who will pay the price in battle
With their lives?
Very few remain in our memory,
With a sound mind, and a strong hand in the ranks
In the ranks.
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My sun, come look at me
My hand has now turned into a fist
And if there’s gunpowder, give me fire.
Like this…
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Where have you gone now, my freedom, where are you?
Who’s the lucky one meeting you again this morning,
Tell me…
It’s good with you around, but it’s bad without
But my head and shoulders can hold out underneath the whip
Underneath the whip.
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My sun, come look at me
My hand has now turned into a fist
And if there’s gunpowder, give me fire.
Like this…