| Under the frantic motive that flies overhead
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| The dance floor makes a cycle of faces
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| Overdressed team cheerfully moving their feet
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| Often without hitting the beat, makes a foxtrot
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| In our dusty town, except for the school and the train station
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| There is also the Palace of Culture, it has the 2nd floor
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| There, on a round penny, within the walls of the assembly hall
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| As always, on Sundays, our -
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| Chorus:
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| Provincial jazz - band: dentist, artist and cop
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| Not for pennies and profits, but just like that, for the soul
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| The hand slides along the strings, on Sundays in the Palace of Culture His Majesty Jazz gives you joy and a chance
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| In this hall, as if it were a sin, everyone knows each other by name
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| And the buffet was boarded with lightning speed
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| After all, he raised everyone from birth, 8 times red banner
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| Very exemplary, our House of Culture
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| They are going to 6, well, of course, not aesthetes
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| Factory, suburban, daring punks,
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| But today Finns, chains and brass knuckles are not in honor
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| Because this evening our
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| Chorus:
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| Provincial jazz - band: dentist, artist and cop
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| Not for profits, but just like that, for the soul
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| The hand slides along the strings, on Sundays in the Palace of Culture His Majesty Jazz gives you joy and a chance
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| Chorus:
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| Provincial jazz - band, not an expensive instrument
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| Caressing the worn neck is not a complex, in general, motive
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| Provincial jazz - band: dentist, artist and cop
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| Today again for you - His Majesty Jazz
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| His Majesty Jazz, His Majesty Jazz |