The merchant boasts of a golden treasury.
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The blind man boasts of his young wife.
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The fat man boasts of a white tablecloth.
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The fool boasts of his father and mother.
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I don't scold, I don't scold
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Good luck mother.
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What I have, I don't keep
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When I lose, I don't cry.
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I don't scold, I don't scold
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Good luck mother.
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What I have, I don't keep
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When I lose, I don't cry.
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Who did not believe in vain - lived to gray hair.
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You are one arshin of everyone in a row,
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Under the comb he leveled everyone under one,
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He kissed greedily, but did not know love.
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I don't scold, I don't scold
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Good luck mother.
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What I have, I don't keep
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When I lose, I don't cry.
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I don't scold, I don't scold
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Good luck mother.
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What I have, I do not keep.
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Bitter tears to pour, ringing whip to weave.
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Everything that I could earn, I couldn’t take down in handfuls.
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The sadness on your face has faded.
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Everything that was - sorry - overgrown with past.
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I don't scold, I don't scold
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Good luck mother.
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What I have, I don't keep
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When I lose, I don't cry.
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I don't scold, I don't scold
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Good luck mother.
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What I have, I don't keep
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When I lose, I don't cry. |