| Train station, how many people:
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| Potential alcoholics, speculators and homeless people.
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| Flying words slipped: "Stop!"
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| Conductor, you won’t take me home like a pitiful one.
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| Where, where, freak, did you go,
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| Grab your bags quickly and run to the platform.
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| Someone groaned from behind me:
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| Grandma fell - twisted her leg
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| A very sharp stench came from around the corner:
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| The bum woke up - his sleep was disturbed.
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| Toilet for money, and who doesn't have it
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| Welcome to the corner, the lights are off here.
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| Buffet, opposite the restaurant,
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| In the middle of the hall the mountain ataman yells:
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| "Where's my bag, he just stood here,
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| The whole thing was stolen, my necessary thing!”
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| And what he said there, I did not hear,
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| Come here where...
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| Dinga, and like a strong dope
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| Zakumaril station someone's fume.
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| chorus:
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| Station, station - seething water,
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| Station, station - from night to morning,
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| The station is a whole world, a separate country,
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| Come in, you won't lose, yes, it's a game.
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| Station, station - seething water,
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| Station, station - from night to morning,
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| Bazaar-station, station-bazaar, station,
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| Came in, uh, and you yourself became a character.
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| A respectable man is coming, followed by a camp of gypsies,
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| Behind him and began, they ask: "Give me money!"
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| And if you gave, gave, gave, well, give it again,
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| According to fortune-telling, you went to heaven, stole
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| Again someone something like this
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| Seeing off, the cargo is ready, says, shouts
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| The police whistle whistles.
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| And only the director of the station sleeps,
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| He has everything in order, things are going as they should.
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| The speculator shouts: "Take this ticket!"
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| Climbing the platform, he introduces himself as his own,
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| And the station attendant gives a clear answer:
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| “Everyone go home, everyone, everyone, there are no tickets today”
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| No, idealize like me
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| Where have you gone, you fat pig,
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| And if I am a pig, then you are already dead,
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| He also spat, what a scoundrel.
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| Hear, you freak, shut your throat,
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| "Let me pass," came a meek voice.
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| chorus:
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| There is a rumble at the station, a train is coming ...
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| Loaders rush, so as not to be left with a nose.
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| A young man meets a girl with flowers,
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| The train was late, the flowers were a little wilted.
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| Tears at departure, joy at a meeting,
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| It happens the other way around, but these feelings are eternal.
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| Games invite you to have fun
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| Winning in your pocket should not be baked later.
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| chorus: |