| About a Mongolian girl named Elzhe.
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| I wrote the song a long time ago, but I remember only now.
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| And it wasn’t, and it wasn’t in the native side
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| Sweeter and more beautiful than the girl Elzhe.
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| Mongolian stage and rotten Russian rock.
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| Why did your hand reach under your sweater?
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| Mongolian stage and rotten Russian rock.
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| For the first time, I dived inside the girl.
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| You covered the entire bedsheet of the hostel with blood
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| And put a Buddhist swastika on my forehead
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| Not with a ballpoint pen, not with sour cabernet,
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| You smeared me with your girlish blood.
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| Mongolian stage and rotten Russian rock.
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| And which of us studied, and who gave the lesson?
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| Mongolian stage and rotten Russian rock.
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| For the first time, I dived into the mystery of the world.
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| I went with her to the Bolshoi Theater, drank wine in the buffet.
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| I went with her to Gorky Park to Grebnya and Kino,
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| But there was not, but there was no music dearer to us,
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| Than the Ulaanbaatar radio that we listened to with her.
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| Mongolian stage and rotten Russian rock.
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| For connections with foreigners, I was almost sentenced
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| Mongolian stage and rotten Russian rock.
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| And which of us studied, and who gave the lesson?
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| Mongolian stage and rotten Russian rock.
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| For flirting with "not our" radio I was almost sentenced
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| Mongolian stage and rotten Russian rock.
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| For the first time, I dived into the mystery of the world. |