| At the table sat the body of a lonely moron,
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| Slow time passed lonely by.
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| If only some wings grew on the body,
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| Well, wouldn't it sit, wouldn't it fly back and forth?
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| And soldiers in identical trousers walked past the body,
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| Hefty guys, all the medals are in orders.
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| “Why are you sitting, body, not flying in the clouds,
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| While we fly boldly, in the same pants?
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| "Step back, for God's sake, don't put pressure on me,
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| I have so little left, maybe three or four days,
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| Move away, don't make noise, I won't go anywhere,
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| I'd rather sing you the song that I always sing!"
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| Chorus:
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| Let me do my thing, business.
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| Let me do my thing
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| Let me do mine, e-e, e-e-e-e-e-e
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| Yes-yes-yes-yes-give, yes-give something.
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| If I were a girl
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| I would live abroad
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| Here she is, my bastard -
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| For some reason I am a man.
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| If only it were possible
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| I would live the other way around
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| yet I am also an artist,
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| Not just an idiot.
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| Why do they have meat, but I don't have a ruble?
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| Because I am Vasya, and Vasya I will die!
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| Move away, I'm tired, I myself am no longer happy,
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| I don't need your sky, it's full of soldiers
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| Move away, don't make noise, I won't go anywhere,
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| Let's better learn the song we always sing!
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| Chorus:
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| Let me do my thing
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| Let me do my thing, business.
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| Let me do my thing
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| Let me do mine, e-e, e-e-e-e-e-e
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| Yes-yes-yes-yes-give, yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-give.
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| Let me do my thing
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| Let me do my thing, business.
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| Let me do my thing
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| Let me do mine, e-e, e-e-e-e-e-e
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| Yes-yes-yes-yes-give, yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-give.
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| anything.
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| Yes-yes-give-give something.
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| Yes-yes-give-give something.
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| Yes-yes-give-give something.
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| Yes, yes, yes, yes. |