Oh-ee-ee! |
God is with you!
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Oh-ee-ee! |
God is with you!
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If I'm not at ease with myself, so that it breaks, the string,
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But since you have already appeared in hell, so dance in the fire!
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Since you are already in hell, you are dancing in the fire.
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I'll disappear right away if there's not a soul in me.
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I would like to create a gate at three roads.
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Yes, the sky turns the hunt to convulsions.
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Reptiles crawl times, where everyone has a head.
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Today - a terrible itch. |
Here, take me, naked!
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It's a lousy day. |
Woe - mountainous, but laughter in furs!
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With singing on the wattle fence, - the throat - of a red rooster.
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I’ll give it from a string around the world, so I’ll save it.
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From a thread around the world - what else can I do!
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But beat the chills and throw me into a sweat.
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What is the forehead, such is the arrival.
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But let it rise, and I will set it on fire.
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The will is prepared for all who are at ease.
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Me and my darling - heaven on the sabbath.
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I have everything my heart desires
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But that's just what your heart desires.
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Oh, don’t pour, don’t pour, but I don’t drink, I sing, but now I’m in the saddle.
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Drink and do not be sorry, because the holiday is on my side.
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Everything would be fine, but alone it’s not fun.
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Yes, why don't you and I dance in fire!
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So that the heels do not burn coals and ash does not bake.
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Yes, do not cut yourself into rubles, and from evil do not look for evil.
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I live by you, but forgive me, my dreams are not living
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And I will not sin against the truth, having sinned for it
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We are irradiated, and I go to the ringing of the string from your braid
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We are engaged, and that means it's time to blow out the clock
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Time to go into the forest where your glades are holy
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Time is running out - flowers and more flowers.
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I love you, and I will leave since I have come.
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I love you, tryn-grass is up to my knee.
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So vei Slavic word rumor, how good everything is!
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Glorious on earth, where everyone has a head for everything.
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I love you, and look down into the clouds.
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Is it merry sad, but in Russia the river speaks along the channel
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How a river flows into the clouds, but at the very bottom
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Fire is rushing about, and there I dance in fire! |