From this wonderful dancer,
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That costs a lot of money
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Could be crazy all night long
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A well-worn Moulin Rouge.
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Brighton, who has seen everything in the world,
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Not very greedy for miracles,
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I would salute her with "all-right"
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And multi-dollar yes!
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But this case was in Sochi,
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What is far from abroad,
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Where in the restaurant everyone wants
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To her feet and even between,
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Where in the cypress alleys
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The tops feel the moon,
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And Satan with evening glue
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Stick someone's wife.
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And it had to happen like this
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What did she find herself there
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An unsurpassed dancer
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And in bodies beyond their years.
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There was a camp and her temper was uninhibited -
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Compare powerless compliment -
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Such that even the precinct
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I got carried away with passion, albeit a cop.
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Her he is in silver and gold
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I dreamed of dressing everything to the top,
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But on a cop's salary
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Only copper could afford.
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He did not have an apartment for meetings
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With a bearskin on the wall
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And hated racketeers
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For this, quietly and doubly.
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What is known in this case
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The man must take action.
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But he was a cop, besides honest,
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And he did not dare to blame the uniform.
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He drew pictures in himself:
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What if a maniac "herds" her,
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That suddenly cretins will stick to her,
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And he will see - and save!
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And suddenly she will agree
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Now move down the aisle?
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She is a tavern! |
IN ORUD
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They will only find out and - the end!
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Farewell, precinct and career,
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Salary, pension and power.
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Think so who the hell
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This wedding is over.
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What if she really
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Would you agree - for love?
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Oh, they will inform the political department,
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All the blood will be sucked out in a moment!
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They are just waiting there. |
They are just happy there.
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They are only looking for who is who.
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But the legs are still what you need.
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And the rest is nothing.
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And at the hour when the cicadas sing
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Enchant the world like violinists
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The rope of his patience broke,
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And he overtook her in the night.
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And he said: "I ask you a moron
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I can't be counted. |
Here is the document.
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Do you want to become the second Murka,
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Catching a criminal element?
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She said, "For God's sake,
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My state cupid!
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I won't take too much from you -
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With a discount, in general, for MUR ... ".
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And here, at the most interesting,
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I almost lied to you, brothers:
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After all, he was a cop. |
Besides, honest.
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And he arrested her. |