Cafe on Presnya inconspicuous by nothing
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He sat down to her, gave a smoke, spoke,
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On a black jeep to the entrance without problems,
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And the phone, as usual, asked ...
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So good - not a bandit and not a major,
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She kept thinking: maybe she will call ...
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But I didn’t wait, I just called to the “motor”
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And in that cafe, and he is sitting at a table ...
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She stood in a simple white dress,
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And he said that he had been waiting for her all these days,
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Then he took me out of town to a snow-white house,
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In which they will now live together ...
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And everything was fine with Cinderella,
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Furs, diamonds, money in the purse always,
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And he whispered to her all the time:
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- Madame, you are the most beautiful star!
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But only in fairy tales there is so much happiness and kindness,
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And somehow after Victory Day, in the spring,
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Masked men entered without a sound at six in the morning,
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And straight into the bedroom - hands uphill and against the wall ...
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And a day later, after crying out all the tears, I found
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In the mailbox, a summons in three lines,
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Face and hands turned white,
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Looks like the happy days are over...
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The gray-haired colonel popularly explained
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That the guy behind the case is not one hanger,
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He was in the file cabinet for the Organized Crime Control Department
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A serial killer nicknamed the Bachelor... |