| Tanya Tanechka red diploma,
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| And for the diploma cow eyelashes
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| Oh, how lucky Tanechka
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| Overseas: flight attendant.
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| Now blooming Paris, now Brussels
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| She will be given neon lightning.
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| It's still not Tuapse
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| Where did Tanyusha happen to be born.
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| And the steward flew with her
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| The merry fellow and the soul of the crew
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| Glorious fellow, hard worker and bard
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| He even sang to Tanya in the air
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| And once sang about love
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| I went with her to Tuapse to the bride
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| Proudly Tanechka raised an eyebrow.
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| Crying a little for no particular reason
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| Chorus: Girlish happiness, plaid dress
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| The smell of the sun, the taste of tears
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| The wind trembles like a twig
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| Like a branch near a vine
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| 2. With a red pea, like people
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| And a veil, and flowers, and a feast,
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| In the meantime, blizzard
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| On the roads creates self-will
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| How can she not be late for her flight
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| If traffic jams on narrow streets
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| Without Tanya will have to fly
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| To the groom behind a French veil
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| 3. How the plane crashed that night
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| Newspaper lines will tell her
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| And she won't bring a veil
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| Will never bring
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| The merry fellow and the soul of the crew
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| Tanya-Tanya red diploma,
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| And for the diploma cow eyelashes
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| Oh, how lucky Tanechka
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| After all, her son will be born |