Who goes where, and I go fishing
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I take a reel, lures and a stick
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Who goes where, and I go fishing (fishing)
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It doesn't matter if it's cold or hot
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Who goes where, and I go fishing
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Necessary like refueling a car
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Who goes where, and I go fishing
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This song is unlikely to be of interest to many
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It seems to be about sports and it seems about nature
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If you don't mind, let's see what's going on
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How frantically the heart beats in trembling anticipation
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You get up in the dark without a shadow of regret
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Stupefaction and trembling from coffee will fly away
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And somehow knock down your appetite, go ahead: life is a movement
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The river is slumbering, it is covered with gray haze
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The reed sleeps, the dew glistens on every blade of grass
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Water blue is silent with an immovable surface
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A minute, the wind rushes through it with subtle ripples
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In the dark a couple of casts, everything is clear
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That's a buzz, but no - a new puzzle is ready
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What kind of bait does she need? |
What is the wiring?
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Hands are trembling, breathing is tight, where are you, damn bite?
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If you need, then hold me for an eccentric,
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But I release all the fish for joy, not for show
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I don’t take a landing net with me, a landing net for a weakling
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Those who drag sacks into the house are worse sh-s-s-s
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After all, we are from the Kuban
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This is from where Vasya Madyukin and Anton Volzhanin, Panchokha Sanya
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Where are Ivashkov, Kolesnikov and Lyosha Shanin
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Yeah, and we want you to know
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Chorus
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It doesn't matter if it's cold or hot
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Who goes where, and we go fishing
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I take a reel, lures and a stick
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Who goes where, and we go fishing (fishing)
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It doesn't matter if it's cold or hot
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Who goes where, and we go fishing
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Necessary like refueling a car
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Who goes where, and we go fishing
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I will not say that I am an avid fisherman. |
I live like this
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Like back in the day Biggie, 2Pac and Wu-Tang
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And my life, let it be full of tours,
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But if I'm in the mood for fishing, then you won't find us
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We easily roll in a friendly crowd in a pickup truck,
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And whoever doesn’t get into it, don’t get into it
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We used to drown 200, but there is a boat on the trailer
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So we will be there as soon as possible at sunset
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For this song you can eat us with giblets,
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But together, one way or another, we will be in Astrakhan
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From there, along the potholes, another 100 kilometers
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In the evening there will be an ear, tents, a guitar, a fire
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You ask what we can't sit in the reeds on the Don
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Yes, every bird here knows us, and there the float has not yet sunk
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Zhenyok, Yurets, Anton and Vasily
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No matter how they hang out there, but at 6 in the morning everything is in force
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A boat on the water, which means I will
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Fishing, and it's like Le Truk to indulge in front of everyone
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And we are not swimming in the ocean of falsehood
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Let's go fishing on the Volga and move on
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Chorus
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It doesn't matter if it's cold or hot (or hot)
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Who goes where, and we go fishing
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I take a reel, lures and a stick (and a stick)
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Who goes where, and we go fishing (fishing)
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It doesn't matter if it's cold or hot
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Who goes where, and we go fishing
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Necessary like refueling a car
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Who goes where, and we go fishing |