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The saddle creaks on my old bike,
It carries me again to some far-off land.
Let my reliable old friend rest,
I'm pressing down on the pedal.
To pedal is not hard for me,
Look, what beauty all around.
And yet, I feel a little anxious,
I'm rushing down a hill—such speed!
Fly, my bike, along the roads,
The open space flies straight to meet me!
I'm arguing a little with the wind,
Don't fail me now, the motor in my chest!
Villages and stores flash by,
Wonderful fields flash by,
Lakes, sweet plains,
Fluff on the avenues—the poplars.
To forget business and work
Is helped by my friend, my bike.
Along the sea on a Saturday morning,
The effect of sport? A solid "like"!
The saddle creaks on my old bike,
It carries me again to some far-off land.
Let my reliable old friend rest,
I'm pressing down on the pedal.
Лети мой велик Lenon
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