| Us sausages and mustard -
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| The rest to yourself
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| Everything can happen in life
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| Maybe A, maybe B.
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| You can live life in peace
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| You can always be on the go...
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| But such, but such! |
| --
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| This is - Lord, forgive me!
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| Uncle Lesha, the fishing god,
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| Drink up, eat a sandwich
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| remember my good luck
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| That April last year,
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| That April, as in a font,
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| Pigeon seine,
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| And then they turned blue
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| Stuck in the cold!
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| But when from that font
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| We pulled the seine
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| So in April they succeeded,
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| How, at times, in a year!
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| What do we Repin's palette,
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| What do we need Pushkin's poems:
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| We are two liters per brother,
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| Three servings of fish soup!
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| And go, for that lucky one,
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| biting the bit,
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| For the very one for which
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| Three villages, two villages!
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| Whatever the evening - "Kukaracha"!
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| Whatever the morning, then all hands on deck!
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| But bad luck happened -
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| I lost my document!
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| And I went to Lvova Klavka:
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| - We will, Klavka, help out,
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| Make out to me, Klavka, references,
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| Slap the round seal!
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| So, name, year of birth,
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| Rank, member of the CPSU,
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| Well, and then - an obsession,
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| It seems that the demon has suddenly beguiled.
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| In wrinkled condition
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| I tell her for a joke, -
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| - You, come on, they say, in paragraph five
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| Write that I am a Jew!
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| Laughed and forgot
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| Keep spinning the wheel
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| It's all like dust to us,
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| But not at all like dust
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| This is for OSO!
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| Here is a legal vacation
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| The moth starts.
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| First of all, immediately "tolerance"
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| They take it from me.
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| And calls me Special,
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| Starts a conversation -
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| - So, here's a special one,
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| Let's just say smartass!
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| It turned out you, Yegor!
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| So all of us, blood on the snout,
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| Stomp to the bright end!
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| You will be in Israel
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| Eat, you scoundrel, your mother!
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| We stand for the cause of peace,
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| We are preparing for war!
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| Do you want, like Shapiro,
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| Cool off to the side!
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| That's why you, like a thief,
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| What he wants - get out of the fetters,
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| rank of Russian major
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| Changed to "fifth point".
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| I told him, with longing in my stomach,
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| I answer, barely alive, -
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| - Well, I'm for the sake of a joke,
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| Fuck Tel Aviv!
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| He barked: - I'm not a bast shoe!
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| Look for fools!
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| You obviously want to drape!
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| You can see it without glasses!
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| If someone does not see it,
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| We will explain in an hour or two,
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| No, my dear, it won't work out that way,
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| It won't, dear!
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| We are not just warming you up,
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| We will wipe you out!
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| No, it's not for nothing that you became a Jew!
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| And then you became a Jew
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| To escape to Israel!
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| And it went here, brothers-friends,
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| At least lie down and howl out loud!..
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| I now live in Kaluga,
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| Non-partisan, private!
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| Now I have only one way
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| I have no other way:
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| “Where, brothers, is the synagogue?!
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| Tell me how to get through! |