| Get rid of the copper pipes!
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| Stretch the steel strings!
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| Otherwise you will break your teeth
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| Our latitudes are gloomy.
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| Sparks of the most sincere songs
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| They fly to us like ashes on mold.
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| You are all between a spoon and a lie -
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| And we are all between a wolf and a louse!
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| Time on another parallel
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| Drafts rush through the cracks.
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| Icy black holes
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| Windows of a parallel world.
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| Through the stump they handed over the deck
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| Yes, the window was baptized with bars.
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| You forged horseshoes for us -
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| We paid a big price.
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| You removed shavings from a tree -
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| We put down roots anew.
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| You threw a copper half
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| Yes, past our hat of thorns.
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| And you didn't even dream of our troubles.
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| Our thoughts did not hiccup you.
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| You would probably choke.
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| And we - yes, nothing, licked our lips!
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| Only sadness-longing clouds
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| Over the gray forest country.
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| Cities bloom with bruises
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| Yes, the villages are a plague rash.
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| Around - off-road trenches.
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| What, are we in a hurry to the river, brothers?
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| Stopudovy stone on the neck -
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| It's too early, boys, to swim!
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| Good student water
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| Yes, a deep pool lurks -
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| We don’t get drunk, we don’t wash,
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| Do not tear the tangle on the eyelashes.
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| Yes, here's the path back to you
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| And dodge into your native dugout.
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| And there are baptisms or commemorations -
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| All the same there is a booze party!
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| If someone from outside wanders -
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| Amazed by the living creatures of the poor,
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| Our rare strength of the heart
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| Yes, fool our evil reserved.
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| Roll out the cabbage.
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| Let's bake a cheesecake without dough.
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| What, is it still empty outside?
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| And it's still cramped inside!
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| Yes, here's a honey mash for you,
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| Berry-villain-poison.
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| Here's to you, buddy, and Prague.
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| Here's to you, my friend, and Warsaw.
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| Yes, let's laugh with a cold,
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| And what to laugh about - it doesn't matter,
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| If it's very boring in the morning,
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| And in the evenings it's very scary!
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| Seven of us huddle on a chair,
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| The whole world on bunk beds.
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| Sleep, my child, lyuli-lyuli!
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| Break a birch for someone. |