youtube/watch?v=LJz2G9ryRks Duck Hunt. Rozenbaum In the Meadowlands rustling and setter froze keenly. What a shot! Only lucky again, not me. Evening. And over the lake flying ducks. Grown fat. Duck in the fall at a great price. Fall Again whirled carousel of tunes. Will go hunt, with a breeze on notes pumped through And will play, if I am still fit for something... And will sing you ... If Im on something fit I remember long ago taught me father and my mom: Treat - so treat! Love - so love! Relax - so relax! Shoot - so shoot! But ducks are already flying high Fly - so fly! I wave them with my hand. I do not regret that I live often higgledy-piggledy... Just know that someday, one day, All returns, am sure all come back again - And the weather, and hope, and warmth of friends. So let us miss, to be that moment more joyful Our meeting, will be very soon In the spring again will flight back ducks, Missed lakes with water blue ... As once a fox chasing a fast gyrfalcon, And now he is guarding his prey ... Do not say goodbye ... I say to you: See you soon! All returns, so return - then we will live!
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