| Unusual, unfamiliar
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| I began to live without worries.
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| The soul was kicked out of the house,
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| Naturally, under the fence.
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| The body has a place to sleep, what to eat,
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| It only toils.
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| Yes, because it is looking for a soul,
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| Having fallen off their strong legs,
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| Having fallen off their strong legs.
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| The body goes to work
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| Through rivers and bridges...
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| The door is open - no one is there -
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| The unfortunate trace has caught a cold.
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| The body laments: "Fool,
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| Well, why is her life not good ...
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| Throw a cigarette butt into the night,
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| stray soul,
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| A restless soul."
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| After all, there is no loneliness
|
| Name and patronymic,
|
| But, and on your shoulder
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| So you want to snuggle...
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| There is no loneliness
|
| Name and patronymic.
|
| But, and on your shoulder
|
| So you want to snuggle...
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| And the soul, she would be glad
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| Come back, no way...
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| The house is boarded up, as it should,
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| And closed with two locks.
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| And she could, in general,
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| Slip through the gap under the door,
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| Only the proud do not grumble
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| And do not burn someone else's candle.
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| And do not burn someone else's candle.
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| After all, there is no loneliness
|
| Name and patronymic,
|
| But, and on your shoulder
|
| So you want to snuggle...
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| Not to fat, not to money...
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| Having stirred up half the country,
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| The body is losing weight day by day
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| Disappearing without a soul.
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| And she flies herself
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| midnight owl,
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| Often the body remembers
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| And your green sofa.
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| And your green sofa.
|
| After all, there is no loneliness
|
| Name and patronymic,
|
| But, and on your shoulder
|
| So you want to snuggle...
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| Unusual, unfamiliar
|
| I began to live without worries.
|
| The soul was kicked out of the house,
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| Naturally, under the fence.
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| And it's so gray outside
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| Yes, it would be better if I were hemmed ...
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| Give the officer a drink
|
| Well, give the officer a drink,
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| Well, just drink - without a soul,
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| Just drink - without a soul.
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| After all, there is no loneliness
|
| Name and patronymic,
|
| But, and on your shoulder
|
| So you want to snuggle...
|
| There is no loneliness
|
| Name and patronymic,
|
| But, and on your shoulder
|
| So you want to snuggle... |