Ah, there was a time, this life was - pervach,
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Manufactories were launched under kumach,
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And the violinists were already shooed by the trumpeters.
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And Klych then had a revolver and lame men.
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And on top of that, Klych had a weakness:
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Go to a tavern and make speeches rashly.
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He harassed half of the attention
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And he carried out agitation of the people.
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Chorus:
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- Gallery, sha! |
I will tell the public
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Who in this life is red and who is white!
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Whom did the Lord make for later life,
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And who survived. |
I'll finish - I'll show you.
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A hundred eyes were listening to the muzzle,
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What in this life is an “element”, and what is a “class”.
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What in this life is "riding breeches", and what is - "tailcoat".
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What is “palm”, what is “five”, and what is “fist”.
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- I ask you not to take me for a commissioner,
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That he could replace the commune with anarchy.
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I will not infect you with "Karlo-Marx",
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What a new world is going to give birth to you!
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Chorus:
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- Gallery, sha! |
I will tell the public
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What is "trumpet" for you, and what is "violin".
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And who is not literate in tools,
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Come here, I'll break it down by notes!
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In this place, he always pressed the hook.
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But suddenly, with Madame alone, Fang caught a junkie.
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He said: “Citizens, you should lie in a coffin,
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But for the sake of the lady, I cancel the firing.
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She fainted and melted, light.
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And along the duck in the corridor of Gubchek
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The door opened, Klych was shoved on the threshold,
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And the lady sang: "Come in, demagogue."
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Chorus:
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- Gallery, sha! |
I will tell the public
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Where is the woman's flirting, and where is the round-up patrol.
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And God forbid, a slut will wink at me,
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If I'm a fraer, I'll put it on the spot! |