| I was the soul of a bad society,
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| And I can tell you:
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| My surname-name-patronymic
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| They knew very well in the KGB.
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| The whole street fell in love with me
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| And the whole Savelovsky station.
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| I knew that they were interested in me,
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| But still neglected.
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| I was my man with the horsemen,
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| Own man - at the pincers, -
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| And Citizen Chief Tokarev
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| I didn't sleep at night because of me.
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| Never in my life have I suffered
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| And I didn’t get bored without big things, -
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| But someone there once screwed up, got bored -
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| He whispered, pointed - and I burned out.
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| The chief behaved not corrosively,
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| But he called for interrogations, -
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| And I always welcome him
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| And very modestly answered:
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| I did not take on the soul of the dead
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| And did not tempt fate, -
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| And I, the boss, slept peacefully,
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| And I saw your entire MUR in a coffin!
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| And the case was not adjourned
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| And they announced the verdict -
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| And they gave me everything I was supposed to
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| The prosecutor gave me a plus five.
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| My lawyer wanted in good conscience
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| For my such a cheerful disposition, -
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| And the prosecutor asked with all severity -
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| And I was, in my opinion, wrong.
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| Since then, my creativity has stalled,
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| I became a bored subject, -
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| Why be the soul of society,
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| When there is no soul in it at all! |