Whoever has money orders music.
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If there is not enough wood, then buy a dzyuba.
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The team puffs as best as it can - setting up its sight,
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With narrow * blam, dick, remember the battle near Poltava.
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I'm a gangster, I'm a criminal, I'm so criminal
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That I eat Finnish products and don't take off my tint.
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They forgot about the protests, they forgot about the offenses.
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We sit and stare at European cups.
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Decided to break through the cup, and began to stir up tickets,
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Like a photocopy of the passport, like a program, a blood test.
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In the income statement for four years.
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They refused for the reason: "Too fashionable."
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There is no football on TV, you can’t get a ticket.
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AMF I'll go to the bar to drink.
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I swell, I'll fill up all the local outskirts.
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You left me no choice!
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And what, now you can’t go to the cup using a photocopy.
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Yeah, they're on fire, bitches.
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Yep, yo!
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Chorus:
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We have such a sport in Russia,
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You drain all the loot, but they don't give a fuck about you.
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We have a popular sport in Russia,
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You worry, and they don't give a fuck about you.
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Thanks to grandfather for the victory, we are now on EURO
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They broke through - glory to the eggs, and let it be: bad, poor.
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The RFU raised its head, this is an achievement.
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But you can feel the tension in the glasses.
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Oh loot, loot, loot! |
Eh, loot bablishko.
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The dough, the dough is never too much.
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There are miracles in the championship, I don’t even want to rummage through.
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Everyone, like me, has a snout in something.
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The soul asks for honest football!
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So that everything was serious, in an adult way, to the point of blood.
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So that not ballerinas, but men would play.
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So that the sectors burn and the stands tremble.
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Chorus:
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We have such a sport in Russia,
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You drain all the loot, but they don't give a fuck about you.
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We have a popular sport in Russia,
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You worry, and they don't give a fuck about you. |