| On the Odessa on the Maidan noise-commotion,
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| Chief of Police Gelovani swallowed his whistle.
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| Yes, because early in the morning at his wife's
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| One of my Zhigans forgot his pants.
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| The poor Chief of Police runs, screams,
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| And his madam lies pale without feeling.
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| Well, she couldn't refuse Semen at night,
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| Well, if the husband is not at home, if there is no one to sleep with.
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| My bro put on a beanie for marafet,
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| Shoes on a carved course, the lord did not have them.
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| Clift Parisian from Dior, knitted cap.
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| Oh, someone will be tsores, oh, an ace of diamonds!
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| Exactly at midnight on the couch Sam, taking off his suit,
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| I ate dried raisins with Baba Gelovani.
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| Like a beam from a locomotive, his gaze glides
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| On the sideboard, where, probably, the gold lies.
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| Hot lips kiss a girl's face,
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| And tenacious fingers remove the ring from the pebble.
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| But he did not calculate her southern temperament,
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| And at the wrong moment, the urka screamed.
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| Then Gelovani burst in in knitted linen
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| And I saw an urkagan in a wife's necklace.
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| And while he was moving his jaw back and forth,
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| The prince and the pride of Moldavanka moved into the garden.
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| Here. |