| I said goodbye to vernal youth,
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| But the hangover of spring remains.
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| I walk cheerful and sinful
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| Through the boundless expanses of the country.
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| I said goodbye to love trembling,
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| But the fun remained.
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| On the great, off-road,
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| I sing, I play for you...
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| Well, let's play
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| The guitar is seven-string.
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| Why sit and grieve
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| After all, the night is so moonlit.
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| Well, come on, let's play,
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| guitar seven-string,
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| Why sit then grieve,
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| After all, the night is so moonlit.
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| Well, pour it, don't be sorry
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| Hangover is a delicate thing
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| Come on, Nikolai
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| Play guitar ringing!
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| Come on, don't be sorry
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| Hangover is a delicate thing
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| Come on come on come on come on
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| Play guitar ringing!
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| They don't say that about me
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| It’s not like they’ll weave
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| They say he was fooling around, they say he was swaggering,
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| I was walking like a gentleman here.
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| Give me, give me Russian songs,
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| I'll go around half the country barefoot.
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| I said goodbye to vernal youth,
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| But the hangover of spring remains.
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| Well, let's play
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| The guitar is seven-string.
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| Why sit and grieve
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| After all, the night is so moonlit.
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| Come on, don't be sorry
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| Hangover is a delicate thing
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| Come on come on come on come on
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| Play guitar ringing!
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| Well, come on, let's play,
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| Well, come on, let's play,
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| Well, come on, let's play,
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| Well, come on, let's play,
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| Guitar seven-string |