| Ambush, Ant, two five one seven
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| Ambush, Ant, two five one seven
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| Rule, honor and glorify, smelt ores
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| Tycoons, sirs, patrons drill holes
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| Kuzbass, Ekibastuz, Carpathians -
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| The boss has a hut where he needs it, and the slaves are in patches
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| Those in quilted jackets and armor are chickening the plateau
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| They hump the plan, replenishing the files of the State Statistics Committee
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| They put on fashion, beat in the jaw for sidelong glances
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| For them, Vysotsky sang his ballads
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| The more rich, the more happy. |
| we don't need
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| No RADO, no Prado, no smells of the rotten west -
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| Our brother was gone! |
| What are you pulling?
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| The Tambov wolf is your friend! |
| You don't mess around at all!
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| While dudes in convertibles
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| Burning grandmas, hiding booze in bags
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| We bare our teeth from the cold outside the city
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| We catch Vimes by rubbing our nose and beard
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| That's why they are evil. |
| Poor but proud
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| We are alien to the themes of glamor, chic and bohemia
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| They won't let you into Paris, we have nothing to do in Greece
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| Are we staying? |
| Well, of course!
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| Spots on the sun, stones on the heart
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| Dear man, move over, let him get warm
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| Spots on the sun, stones on the heart
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| Dear man, move over, let him get warm
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| Spots in the sun stones on the heart
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| Six months of winter... Move over, let it get warm
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| And the dawns here are quiet, the viburnum is red...
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| Father, I believe: it's not all in vain
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| Strong tea, sweet sugar - everything is clear:
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| It doesn't dissolve like oil in water
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| History, numbers from scratch
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| It is not difficult to start, it is more difficult to change thoughts
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| Brother, don't go sour like milk
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| We are close to you, even if far away
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| It's not easy to be stronger than steel
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| We temper the mind, body, spirit - as of old ...
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| Greetings from Stenka Razin, Tsar Sovereign
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| On the old teapot there is scale, soot, fumes,
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| But the best tea is obtained only in it
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| Come - let's sit, brew, drink
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| They won't let you into Paris. |
| Nothing to do in Greece
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| Are we staying? |
| Well, of course!
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| Spots on the sun, stones on the heart
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| Dear man, move over, let him get warm
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| Spots on the sun, stones on the heart
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| Dear man, move over, let him get warm
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| Spots on the sun, stones on the heart
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| Six months of winter... Move over, let it get warm
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| Spots on the sun, stones on the heart
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| Dear man, move over, let him get warm
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| Spots on the sun, stones on the heart
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| Dear man, move over, let him get warm
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| Spots on the sun, stones on the heart
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| Six months of winter... Move over, let it get warm
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| two five one seven
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| Ambush
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| Two five one seven, you're out of luck
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| two five one seven
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| Ambush
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| Two five one seven, you're out of luck |