When winter goes crazy to the sound of drops and lyarva lobules stretch up to breasts,
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Cat March will come into play from Cheese Week, suddenly purrs and wakes everyone up
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whore
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I'll get tired of one such waking up, I don't peck at your slices,
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I will remember the center girl Svetlana, and the rest I will confess ... it doesn’t matter!
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I finally pour half a glass and pour it into that woke up mug
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Why, Svetochka, do you love a bully, because I know how hard it is
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Taxi. |
Take it to the Millionth, well, you’re good off your shoulder in half a quarter
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I'm going, boss, to my most gorgeous girl and I don't want to conduct a market with you
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Ah, Sveta, Svetochka, Svetlanochka, Svetulya, you are a ray of light in Urka's dark fate
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Through the cataclysms of drunken fights, lawsuits and bullets, I return every time to you alone
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Consciousness persistently leads me to you as soon as I drink, well, forgive me
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And there will be tears, kisses, hugs when a taxi rushes to you through the thaw.
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I look like a dandy - gloves, a tie and boots, it's a pity without flowers, but what can you do -
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at zero
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But today I'm not going to Natasha, not to Irinka, I'm going to Svetochka, Svetulya, Svetulya.
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I called, and from the first ring a kopeck piece fell, which means you are waiting for me, my good
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I'm at the entrance, here I am, meet me, girlfriend, and pay for the car, there's not a spear.
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And you were waiting for me in the fur coat I gave from under the frill, the edge of the dressing gown sticks out
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Biting your lips with impatience, your heart beats deafeningly
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My kiss to you is more beautiful than the violets that someday I will still give
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And we will melt somewhere in the jungle of communal apartments and welcome the spring dawn with caresses.
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In the kitchen, squinting, eternally drunk neighbors with midnight stupidity look at my outfit
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Hello, kiryukhi, soon we will move out of here to a cottage by the grove, where from the balcony there is a wonderful
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view
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And Svetka and I are not afraid of any women, you alone gave me an impetus in poetry
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Let Gorodnitsky sing about baobabs there and share the night with the wife of the French ambassador. |