I got out of the subway
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And went along the central road
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And by chance in the crowd
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Dropped my big wallet.
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And how he raised his eyes
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I saw these very LEGS
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And I realized that there is no
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More beautiful legs.
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Painted stocking -
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You can't hide such a thing in life,
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And I'm a thug through and through,
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Leaning back yesterday;
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And I'm a thug through and through,
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Leaning back yesterday.
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I told her the words
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And she smiled sweetly at me,
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How should you smile
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One day the villain is fate.
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And inside I have something
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It hurts and it hurts sweetly,
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And happened in the brains
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Some direct shooting.
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The stocking was on her -
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Do not take your eyes straight
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And I'm thieves thugs
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All in pantomime,
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And I'm thieves thugs
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All in pantomime
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And I followed her
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And he looked and looked at her Secretly on the floor.
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And she led me like this
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How the blind are led.
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And when something solid
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In the front door they gave me kumpol,
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Those lovely legs are gracefully
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They kicked me out of breath.
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The stocking was colored
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And there are too many fraers.
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And I'm a thug through and through
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Took everyone on a "feather",
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And I'm a thug through and through
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He took everyone on the "feather".
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And sirens around, and lights
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They blinked like in a circus.
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And then, as usual,
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Even too lazy to tell.
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But when I walked
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The corridor of the familiar Butyrka,
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I remember for some reason
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Only this lilac day.
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That stocking is funny
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What is ivy on the leg.
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And I'm a thug through and through -
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For another ten years;
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And I'm a thug through and through -
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For ten more years.
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That stocking is funny
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What is ivy on the leg.
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And I'm a thug through and through -
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For another ten years;
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And I'm a thug through and through -
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For another ten years... |