Birthdays are celebrated in different ways, it happens:
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Who loves just at home, who is visiting, who is in taverns,
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And I celebrate my birthday on the street
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With a "fufyrik" in his pocket and with an accordion in his hands.
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Why do I need restaurants, they will shortchange there,
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And at home the guests are impudent, and the wife hisses,
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And so I stand on the street, I stand playing for myself
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And I'm waiting for the wizard to arrive in a helicopter.
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I sing with a smile on my face and passersby don't understand
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Why am I standing on the street with such a cheerful face.
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I stand, I sing for an hour already, my hand is tired of playing,
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I already ate half a liter, the magician is still gone.
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Something is difficult, suddenly, it became with the wizards,
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The men are naughty about something, I don’t know what the secret is.
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I played so much that I was already sweating, my whole shirt got wet.
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And I, sniffing the cucumber, ate another “half a liter”.
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And now, I look, a Cheburashka is already standing next to me
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And the scoundrel makes faces at me, well, in the root, insolent.
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And then I cried out horribly and stamped my foot
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“Come on, creature,” I say, “eared, leave me alone!”
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And he giggled and disappeared and appeared from behind
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And he pricked me, scoundrel, with horns right in the side
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And I still took a glass on my chest, for the sake of skill,
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I wanted to catch him by the tail, but he had already run away.
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"But, nothing, we will meet, and let him not expect indulgence!", -
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I thought as I emptied another glass.
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“After all, if everyone is like this, like this very Cheburashka,
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Will he start to get impudent? |
I thought, thought... and fell.
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Part two. |
Awakening
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I lie and see: suddenly, flies up
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Directly to the body of a blue helicopter,
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And the propeller flashes blue
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And there is a whole platoon of wizards in it.
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I will meet them. |
Like, great, robots!
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Get your present supplies soon!
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And the mustachioed wizard will meet me, -
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Handsome, in the rank of junior sergeant.
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He approaches me in a magical form.
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I got up, he gives me his hand.
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Quietly hugged and turned on with a smile
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Into this blue helicopter.
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"Here," I think, "waited for success,"
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They will start handing out gifts to me!”
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And they told me: “From a pig to a man
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Let's fly to transform you now." |