In fabulous Rostov lived a magical gardener Shym,
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Good-natured giant Serpent, Hamil, a noble whore.
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Vladi, illumined maestro. |
Everyone knew about them everywhere;
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Everyone knew about them perfectly; |
their group was called Kasta.
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In fabulous Rostov lived a magical gardener Shym,
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Good-natured giant Serpent, Hamil, a noble whore.
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Vladi, enlightened maestro; |
knew all about them everywhere;
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Everyone knew about them perfectly; |
their group was called Kasta.
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– Yes, I also heard a lot of stories about Kast when I was a child.
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It seems to be all fairy tales.
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- These are not fairy tales. |
They actually exist.
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Whose wig hangs from the chair, whose feather hovers over the sheets?
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Which of the notes will create miracles - the illumined maestro - Vladi!
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It seems to you that he is angry, unsociable - this is just your subjective.
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After all, in general, a caring, playful, friendly maestro is Vladi.
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He is a musician, a poet, and a philosopher.
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Do not say about him that he is long-haired,
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But in the eyes of his bright dreams,
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And at his concerts they yell: "Fucking awesome!"
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He believes he must as an artist
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Steal this bit and will not have to. |
He believes in aliens, and it looks like
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The aliens secretly believe in him too.
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Hey! |
And look who got up, going out to the crossroads.
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And from the height of his height looked around the whole city of Rostov.
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He inhaled all the air that was in the circle into the nostrils.
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Friends and girlfriends just jokingly call him - Monster!
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But this is a kind giant, noticing him from afar
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Children fall off the bikes. |
Aunts and uncles are hysterical.
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He usually crouching enters the door, corrects
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Spiers on the city hall towers, but now the streets are measuring with steps,
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He goes to take the kitten out of the tree.
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In fabulous Rostov lived a magical gardener Shym,
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Good-natured giant Serpent, Hamil, a noble whore.
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Vladi, illumined maestro. |
Everyone knew about them everywhere;
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Everyone knew about them perfectly; |
their group was called Kasta.
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The fireplace flickers with a quiet crackle, the canary sings "Do-re-mi".
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Fornicator noble Khamil, his life is a romantic film.
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Reviving from a sweet swoon, he again dives into a drunken cloud!
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Beauties with wonderful shapes on their hands are carried to wash him.
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With the look of a brutal man, a dangerous razor leads across the cheeks, |
You see, they exist.
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- OK then. |
Let it be as you say.
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Come on! |
It's incredible!
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Let `s start?
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Our people - hands in the air!
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Casta is here! |