At the primary school teacher Nina
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Polished nails and pockmarked nose powdered.
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She is not a bride today - a name day,
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And the kids congratulate the whole crowd.
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At the primary school teacher Nina
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Late at midnight the candle is extinguished,
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And a long ruble was measured for her salary:
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For lipstick, candy and tea.
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Chorus:
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Ah, Nina, Ninochka, Ninel ...
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The country will send and pay.
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There are three ways: one to the porch,
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The other one is on the right panel.
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And the third one, Ninochka, Ninel?
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The soul screams heart-rending: "Enough!"
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But children are celebrating drops ...
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Ah, Nina, Ninochka, Ninel.
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At the primary school teacher Nina
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Warm and turquoise under the eyelashes,
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And on this night her eyes are aquamarines,
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From which a tear comes off.
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And they bathe in it with two swans,
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And the squares turn into circles.
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And then she will reach the bunk
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And forget about salaries and debts.
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Chorus:
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Ah, Nina, Ninochka, Ninel ...
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The country will send and pay.
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There are three ways: one to the porch,
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The other one is on the right panel.
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And the third one, Ninochka, Ninel?
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The soul screams heart-rending: "Enough!"
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But children are celebrating drops ...
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Ah, Nina, Ninochka, Ninel.
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At the primary school teacher Nina
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Everything from a swallow to a song cricket.
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And the board behind it is blacker than shoe polish,
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Writes: "Happy birthday, Ninochka!"
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And when all the bouquets are drawn to the chest
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And put everything in jars to one,
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Suddenly you want to choke on a cigarette -
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The only thing missing is him.
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Chorus:
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Ah, Nina, Ninochka, Ninel ...
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The country will send and pay.
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There are three ways: one to the porch,
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The other one is on the right panel.
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And the third one, Ninochka, Ninel?
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The soul screams heart-rending: "Enough!"
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But children are celebrating drops ...
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Ah, Nina, Ninochka, Ninel. |