| Morning, half past six, the sun shines in the eye,
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| The girl next to me
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| So you are not a pianist.
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| I stretched a little, opened my second eye -
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| Another girl!
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| Well, for sure, you are not a pianist!
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| I quietly got out of bed so as not to wake them up,
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| He took out matches in his pocket and went out to smoke,
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| I looked at the clear sky, the mood is class!
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| But then he ruined it...
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| - Some pianist.
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| - He played the trumpet on the eighth floor
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| And sang about love to the moon,
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| - He played on the nerves,
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| He composed a sonnet
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| - And he already got everyone.
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| I'm standing on the beach, drinking kvass,
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| Some metal worker is sunbathing nearby,
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| He took my place and chewed a hamburger,
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| He played the guitar
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| - Well, definitely a metal worker!
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| - I quietly drank a mug, went to play billiards,
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| I took my girlfriend, they say, stop sunbathing!
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| In addition, at that time it was lunch hour,
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| But spoiled it loudly
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| - All the same metal worker.
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| - He played the lip, rattled the trumpet,
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| He pounded on the guitar with his feet,
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| - He played on the nerves,
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| He composed a sonnet
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| - And he already got everyone.
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| I climbed the tower, and I dived into the water,
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| But suddenly there was a crap: I almost drowned,
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| I knocked off someone's mask and damaged the ballast,
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| After all, I swam in this place
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| - Some kind of diver.
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| - He began to drown with fright, and waved with gestures,
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| The balloon was empty, he lost his flipper,
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| He grabbed me by the swimming trunks, by the legs and by the pelvis,
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| And then I realized
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| - That he is definitely a diver!
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| - He was screaming under water,
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| And, waving a leg,
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| I was looking for my last
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| - He played on the nerves,
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| He composed a sonnet
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| - How did he get me! |