Я вашу бургундскую полечку перепёр на родной язык...
И не полечку, а марш. И не на родной, а на иностранный. И не перепёр, а художественно интерпретировал... Товарищ попросил себе в качестве подарка на ДР. With cheerful music our hearts are contented, It helps to drive all our sorrows away, This song is loved in the towns that pretending, And in the cities they sing it all the day. This song will help us to build and keep striving, It is a friend that will lead and show the way, The one who marches with music, surviving, Has not a...
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