| As it became quiet at night on the fountains,
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| And on the estuaries, and in restaurants.
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| I sent my zhigans on vacation,
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| And oddly enough, well, oddly enough
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| We are tired of carrying our feathers to work,
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| Moms, dads, hide the girls, we are going to look for love!
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| We are tired of smearing the volyns with oil all day long.
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| Let go, mother, son! |
| My son is single today!
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| The days of baldezhny for citizens have come,
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| Aces of imposing and luggage cash desks.
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| May it be good for the brave eagles,
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| Let the guys lie down on the beach!
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| We are tired of carrying our feathers to work,
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| Moms, dads, hide the girls, we are going to look for love!
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| We are tired of smearing the volyns with oil all day long.
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| Let go, mother, son! |
| My son is single today!
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| The raiders are tired of the raids.
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| Working all night, who wants to?!
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| All night long one concern -
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| Look for someone under the cover cut.
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| We are tired of carrying our feathers to work,
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| Moms, dads, hide the girls, we are going to look for love!
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| We are tired of smearing the volyns with oil all day long.
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| Let go, mother, son! |
| My son is single today!
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| Guys pick roses on the go,
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| Forgive me for these tears, Criminal!
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| But if a splinter irritates the chest of Urka,
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| Those roses are no longer prose.
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| We are tired of carrying our feathers to work,
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| Moms, dads, hide the girls, we are going to look for love!
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| We are tired of smearing the volyns with oil all day long.
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| Let go, mother, son! |
| My son is single today!
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| And let the chief of police breathe calmly
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| In a warm place, at least a month!
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| While my eagles are kneading into a point,
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| Let the State Bank become small in Odessa!
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| We are tired of carrying our feathers to work,
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| Moms, dads, hide the girls, we are going to look for love!
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| We are tired of smearing the volyns with oil all day long.
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| Let go, mother, son! |
| My son is single today!
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| We are tired of carrying our feathers to work,
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| Moms, dads, hide the girls, we are going to look for love!
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| We are tired of smearing the volyns with oil all day long.
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| Let go, mother, son! |
| My son is single today! |