| Evening, train, lights,
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| Long road…
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| Give me, brother, cod
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| And some vodka.
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| Basan, bassan, bassan,
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| Basanata, bassanata...
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| What with wine, what without wine -
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| I'm heartbroken.
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| I'm gray beyond my years
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| And with a dry foot
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| Have you heard about Magadan?
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| Haven't heard?! |
| So listen.
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| And it happened like this:
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| One strange night
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| Showed up at our barracks
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| Kum with all the guards.
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| I thought it was the end
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| Goodbye motherly...
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| Salted cucumber
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| Kum chewed carefully.
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| Say a word and eat
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| The muzzle is all in apathy.
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| “There was,” he said, “shit, the congress
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| Glorious to our party.
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| About China and about Laos
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| Debates were spoken
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| But the question arose
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| About Father and Genius.
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| Kum finished eating cucumber
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| And finished with flour:
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| "Our Father turned out to be
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| Not a father, but a bitch ... "
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| Full, brothers, attack!
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| Memorial service with dancing!
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| And ordered statues
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| Pick up at the station overnight.
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| Can you imagine - a blizzard is sweeping,
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| Darkness, hellish cold,
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| And on Him is one overcoat
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| Rough, soldierly.
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| And he stands straight ahead,
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| And flies like a cavalry
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| I am His boot - pickle,
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| And the boots don't wobble!
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| I looked around -
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| Let me stop, please!
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| Have a statue of lips suddenly
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| Touched with a smile...
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| I remember I was stupid and small,
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| Heard from a parent
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| How my parent broke
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| Cathedral of Christ the Savior.
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| Basan, bassan, bassan,
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| The devil walks with the opera.
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| Temple - and I would - not a damn thing.
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| Opium is like opium!
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| And this is the Genius of all time,
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| Best friend forever!
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| We all stand, we roar,
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| Both vohrovtsy and convicts.
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| I'm a pick on the boot
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| I hit like a restless
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| And suddenly through the blizzard
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| I hear the voice of stone:
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| "I was your Leader and Father,
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| How many torments are planned!
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| What are you doing, scoundrel?!
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| Drop the pick immediately!"
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| But then the fuse shied away,
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| Sanctions have been applied
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| I fell and he fell
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| Crashed half the station...
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| Well, they cut off our time,
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| assigned to the authorities
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| I'm still alive
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| But, as you can see, twitchy ...
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| Basan, bassan, bassan,
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| Basanata, bassanata!
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| They climb into the train from the window
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| Imps, Imps...
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| Get off, dead people!
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| Damn, for God's sake...
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| Evening, train, lights,
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| Long road… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ночной разговор в вагоне-ресторане , by - Александр Галич. Song from the album Поэма о Сталине, in the genre Русская авторская песня