There are women...
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Well, Anka the machine gunner,
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Or the flint of the USSR - radio operator Kat ...
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And only Tanka ... cable wrapper
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Does not know this white-white light!
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Polka dot scarf
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And the knee length skirt...
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And look like this - all the males are lying!
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Sings pre-war songs in the kitchen
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And the neighboring elephants are trembling!
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Sings pre-war songs in the kitchen
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And the neighboring elephants are trembling!
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second rank,
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But where it is necessary ... the third!
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But master Katsman peel promised
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What if you sing to him softly at dawn,
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Then the tariff pass will help her take it!
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Why is she a master
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He is married and that's it!
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Her snub-nosed day lifted her hem.
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She is Tanka, but this is a caste,
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Validol will not help from Tanka!
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Validol will not help from Tanka!
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Not oysters
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Drip on the wounds ...
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A fire burns in the soul of the Bastille!
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The drummer Sanka has long dried up to the soul,
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She will sing to him about the happiness of the samovar ...
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She will sing to him about the happiness of the samovar ...
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Will part the night
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Satin curtains...
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The old padespan will smell like a rose ...
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Dancing Tanya - candy without a wrapper,
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To the song for the unsold Tan ...
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Dancing Tanya - candy without a wrapper,
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To the song for the unsold Tan ... |