In his hands the guitar did not imagine - she was trembling like a naked girl.
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And we all thought, bastard from a joke - where does this fraer school come from in Urk?
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And we were crazy about the guitar and went wild: what if we warmed up a bitch or a fraer?
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And for himself, he was not a phrasebook at all: well, he stole, well, from a youngster,
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street child!
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Well, these scars are from a knife and from a revolver, and I learned the guitar from a gypsy!
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Well, the gypsies from there lived absolutely and he already played Tchaikovsky on the notes!
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Ah, these horses, gypsy wealth, and he went for horse stealing as the first walker.
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And there it went, and everything from the mountain, as they say, and he became a crook in the law,
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lamzadress!
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They noticed him, and dragged him on forty business trips for tattoos.
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There is a stage, goes on foot, in uneven formation, and drags the sidora with him under escort,
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And someone, besides the repertoire, has a case in his hands, and a guitar in the case.
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He, as if walking on pebbles, walked through different zones, warming the permafrost with a guitar ring,
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His superiors invited him to May Day, and he said: I don’t play for frogs!
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And the chief himself, he flashed at the urkagan, and at the revolver, but the holster was without a revolver!
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And he played for us, and stood listening to this sentimental sharaga waltz for Nyroblag.
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What kind of music lived in it - this is necessary, what kind of music lived in it - this is necessary,
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what kind of music lived in it - this is necessary,
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What music…
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Watch the video clip/Listen to the song online Lesopoval — Sentimental Waltz |