| Tonight promises to be fun
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| The soul burns like a gunboat in Chemulpo.
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| Come on, Zina, I've got a misted decanter,
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| Bring two pies with omulk to him.
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| Today, Zina, I have "Farewell of the Slavyanka",
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| Before the tin wedding, I did not live only three days,
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| I did not live only three days.
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| You, Zinaida, break up, I won’t offend,
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| The fire is such that you can't even fill it with beer.
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| She wanted to live in enemy Paris,
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| And I loved to go fishing in the bay.
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| On this black stubble there is a path,
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| And I will not change my friend Earring for her earrings in my life,
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| I will not change for her earrings in my life.
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| Chorus:
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| I dream of minesweepers and seiners for many years,
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| Do not forget me, Zina, the Northern Fleet!
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| And then a wave rises up, then I fall into the abyss,
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| But the sergeant-major, Zina, will not be a dick!
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| It didn't work out, everything happens in this life,
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| She puts a minus on every plus,
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| My only minus is that I'm a two-stranded man,
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| I'm not even afraid of the "first department".
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| And the slack in the knot of the sea cannot be given to the passions of animals,
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| Let her live there alone under the Catholic cross without me,
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| She is alone under the Catholic cross.
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| Chorus:
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| I dream of minesweepers and seiners for many years,
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| I will not sell, Zina, the Northern Fleet,
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| I will not sell, Zina, the Northern Fleet!
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| We have never, dear heart, been spared,
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| They got used to everything for one, one for all.
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| My soul is on fire, and it's getting harder and harder for me to breathe,
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| Come on, Zin, put out the chest compartment!
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| Today is my holiday - "Farewell of the Slavyanka",
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| Before the tin wedding, I did not live only three days,
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| I did not live only three days.
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| Chorus:
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| I dream of minesweepers and seiners for many years,
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| Do not forget me, Zina, the Northern Fleet!
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| And then the wave takes me up, and then I fall into the abyss,
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| But the sergeant-major, Zina, will not be a dick!
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| Not! |
| There will be no foreman, Zina, damn it! |