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 |