My friend Kolka, iron tooth,
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Seemingly light hand
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For science, the type is useful,
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But for society a little.
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He will say a word, how he will cut it off,
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The eye will be covered with a veil,
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Kolka, oh, how girls love,
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If they confuse with me.
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We are in the picture as two brothers,
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Both are bad in profile
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Don't write images.
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And Kolya is dearer to me than everyone else,
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Because we are similar
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According to the Lombroso system.
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My friend Kolka, damned,
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Everything gets away from the pot,
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He does not smoke and is not drunk,
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Only he does not want, only an ailment.
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How to joke, girls in laughter,
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And curl like eels,
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Only Kolka tells me about lust
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Does not say anything.
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We are in the picture as two brothers,
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Both are bad in profile
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Don't write images.
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And Kolya is dearer to me than everyone else,
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Because we are similar
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According to the Lombroso system.
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Flies, oh, how smartly
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Life is around, and the rider is dashing,
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And Kolka also has a bunk,
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And the table is screwed on for two.
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The rain wets the grate,
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He sings and I strum
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He doesn't want to go to jail
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And I don't want either.
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We are in the picture as two brothers,
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Both are bad in profile
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Don't write images.
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And Kolya is dearer to me than everyone else,
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Because we are similar
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According to the Lombroso system.
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We are in the picture as two brothers,
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Both are bad in profile
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Don't write images.
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And Kolya is dearer to me than everyone else,
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Because we are similar
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According to the Lombroso system. |