| My life is a lappet:
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| They catch everything and beat.
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| I stretch out the smell of kichman with my nostril.
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| I trampled the country
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| From North to South,
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| And sometimes from the east to the west.
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| Went out on the stubble
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| Stopped "KamAZ",
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| With my outfit, it’s not up to style.
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| "Fool" I'll catch up -
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| And I get high deribas
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| Russian unwashed chanson.
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| And from the window
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| Look, she.
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| Do you want - on
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| Both on.
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| I haven't earned yet
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| Not for beads, not for bots,
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| But thanks for caring
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| Motherland.
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| Let's lie down - we won't fall asleep,
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| Forces beyond measure:
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| I'll push myself - I'll unbend the horseshoe.
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| On some warm day
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| I fell into Rostov,
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| And he fell into the bullpen in Tambov.
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| A general
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| Threatened
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| And accompanied -
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| Sorry for the hand.
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| He, too, has a plump face.
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| A thief will always help a thief.
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| I'm from "godfather" -
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| He ran away from the Duma.
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| Will spin in a waltz, uh, a sailor girl
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| Interpreting on bent fingers is not a question.
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| But where to get them when
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| Past the barrel of a chainsaw?
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| The dog will starve, break off the chain.
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| As long as he grew up, not to grub, he drank more often.
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| But the house does not shine for me yet,
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| Hand holding a glass.
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| My life is a lappet:
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| Didn't hit - blew it.
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| More often "goodbye", less often "hello".
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| I trampled the country
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| From grief to misfortune
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| And sometimes from a hangover to happiness.
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| Will spin in a waltz, uh, a sailor girl
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| Interpreting on bent fingers is not a question.
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| But where to get them when
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| Past the barrel of a chainsaw?
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| The dog will starve, break off the chain.
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| As long as he grew up, not to grub, he drank more often.
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| But the house does not shine for me yet,
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| Hand holding a glass. |