And you knock, knock, and God will forgive you,
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And your bosses, Lyokha, will cut off your term!
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And behind the Oka now, I suppose, the corncrake is whistling,
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And here in Taishet the winds are whistling.
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And the month of May is already, all the snows are white.
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And Vertukhaev's footprints in the snow,
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And what is full norm, ugh, it's not so bad,
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And that he sang a song - one and a half troubles!
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And geese-swans fly over the Oka,
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And behind the Eye a corncrake whistles,
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And here, on the ice, whores are nonhumans
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Two convicts are being led to be shot!
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And the first prisoner, he is from Sevastopol,
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He is there, damn it, he was digging Chersonese,
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He dug, chumak, no matter what,
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And he ended up in the camps for the full term.
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And his wife, and his son,
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And the old mother, to be silent, damn it!
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To know everything that is cursed
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Dig our homeland from below!
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And in the Crimea it's warm, in the sea of herring,
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And almonds, I suppose, arrived in time,
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And here, on the ice, whores are nonhumans
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Two convicts are being led to be shot!
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And the second prisoner is me personally,
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I lived without mami, and I lived without papi,
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My life would be great
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Yes, I sewed a stukar in a nix!
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And first I have a tower, and I'm in repentance,
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And in the camp - homies in bulk,
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And why am I a dog at Lech-Cain
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Chumak sang "Internationale"?!
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And in the guardhouse they drink tea with refined sugar,
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And the turntable goes, all soprel.
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He is bored with tea, and inconvenient, tea,
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Lead us to be shot at lunchtime! |