I will part like branches those years that are far away,
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It was about reconnaissance, in the middle of the earth.
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Comrade Petya and I did not tease the enemy,
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The enemy noticed us first and climbed on the horns.
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There are two passwords in my head and further ciphers,
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Petya said: “Kolya, click on the pairs,
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So that in the center of Europe after so many victories
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We got a precious secret from our hearts."
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My friend, grated and beaten, and baked in ashes,
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If he hears: "Bitte", then in response: "S'il vous plais".
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Can eat the sea, and eat the mountain,
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Outwardly he is a grief, but inside he is a hero.
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And he will break the penny into parts,
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And he is also a master of jokes.
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About Chapaev with Anka, but under Kuz'kin's mother,
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Here it is only a tank - there is no other way to take it.
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Well, but there is no way out, well, but in business it's a failure,
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There are two carriages on the sides, a dump truck in front.
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Petya spat out: "Bastards", and stepped into the toilet,
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"Gutten tag, comrades, who is your commander?"
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And he said to the elder: “It is not easy for you and us,
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Now it would be nice to finally have a beer,
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I pulled off a lot of traffic jams in my forty years,
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But I will say without jokes - there is no better than yours.
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Their eldest was a patriot in the face, like me,
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He immediately became proud and answered: "Ya, ya",
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We were sitting in a tavern called "Two Goats",
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And frankly, they drank without evil,
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And then Petya began to torment them without speeches
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About Chapai, about the Chukchi and about all the Ilyichs.
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And forgetting about the secret, the enemies laughed like that,
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What they whispered in the closet: “We won’t catch up, run!”
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And we don’t need to repeat this twice,
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Only beer, an infection, so interfered with running.
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Since that time, the secrets are boldly carried to us by their eldest,
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It happens, if you approach the matter with a soul. |