| Glow eyes with random fun,
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| Hey, treat, here, boys.
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| Today I will note, with a tea hangover,
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| Tomorrow's journey through the stages of the country.
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| With a bitter sip, it will suddenly steam the torment
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| Here days that go slowly.
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| Here's a good fellow, tea-tea good fellow,
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| The more bitter you are, the freer your soul!
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| Chorus:
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| Silence Matrosskaya - my life is not catchy,
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| I will remember you dear.
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| Silence Matrosskaya, tea with a handful of palms
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| As if the days will fall into boiling water again.
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| Do not remember with a word yes,
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| Maybe sometimes it was closed and dry,
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| If we don't see each other again, then know
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| I forged the spirit of freedom here.
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| And outside the gate, if I don't perish,
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| Repenting before God and sinning again,
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| I'll drink tea for you - he's a good fellow,
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| The stronger the tea, the freer the soul.
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| Chorus:
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| Silence Matrosskaya - my life is not catchy,
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| I will mourn for you, my dear.
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| Silence Matrosskaya, tea with a handful of palms
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| As if the days will fall into boiling water again.
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| Silence Matrosskaya - my life is not catchy,
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| I will mourn for you, my dear.
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| Silence Matrosskaya, tea with a handful of palms
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| As if the days will fall into boiling water again.
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| Silence Matrosskaya - my life is not catchy,
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| I will mourn for you, my dear.
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| Silence Matrosskaya, tea with a handful of palms
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| As if the days will fall into boiling water again. |