Oh, where was I yesterday - I won’t find it, for the life of me!
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I just remember that the walls are with wallpaper,
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I remember - Klavka was, and her friend was with her, -
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Kissed in the kitchen with both of them.
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And in the morning I got up -
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Let me inform
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That he scolded the hostess
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I wanted to intimidate everyone
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Like jumping naked
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Like singing songs
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And the father said
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I have a general!
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And then he tore his shirt and beat himself in the chest,
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He said that everyone sold me,
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And the guests, they say, did not let them breathe -
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He pestered them with thieves' chords.
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And then he stopped drinking -
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Because I'm tired,
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Started to break on the floor
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noble crystal,
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poured wine on the walls,
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And the coffee service
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Opening the window
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I took it and threw it down.
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And no one could even say a word to me.
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But then they slowly recovered, -
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They fell in a crowd, began to knit their hands,
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And then - everyone had fun.
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Who spat in my face,
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And who poured vodka into his mouth,
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And some dancer
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Kicked in the stomach...
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young widow,
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Keeping fidelity to her husband, -
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After all, we live alone
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She took pity on me.
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And I turned pale in the kitchen with a broken face,
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He pretended to back down,
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"Untie," he shouted, "and that's it!" |
They untied it, but they hid the forks.
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This is where it started...
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Can't describe in words -
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And where did it come from
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So much power in your hands! |
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I am like a wounded animal
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Last wondered:
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Knocked out windows and door
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And he dropped the balcony.
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Oh, where was I yesterday - I won’t find it in the afternoon with fire!
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I just remember that the walls are with wallpaper,
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And the face remained - and beatings on it, -
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Well, now where to go out with beatings!
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... If it is true -
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Well, at least a third, -
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One thing remains:
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Just lay down to die!
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Good thing the widow
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I was able to survive everything
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took pity on me -
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And she took to live with her. |