| Every evening, after returning from work,
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| Three cute funny guys
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| Spreading notes in your garden,
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| They entertained relatives and friends.
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| Forgetting all earthly worries,
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| And sitting down on the grass under the elm,
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| Believe me, they sounded no worse than jazz,
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| Mandolin, guitar and bass!
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| Yes, yes, yes, yes, like jazz -
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| Mandolin, guitar and bass!
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| Neighbors were going to listen to them,
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| The boys ran in a crowd,
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| Even the janitor was a frequent guest,
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| With my large family.
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| Sparrows covered all the branches, -
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| How much could fit the old elm ...
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| Let's face it: they were successful among the masses
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| Mandolin, guitar and bass!
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| Yes, yes, success among the masses,
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| Mandolin, guitar and bass!
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| And always on the balcony with flowers
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| One head was visible
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| What sparkling eyes in the darkness,
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| Everyone looked longingly at the moon.
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| And following her in the evenings,
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| Then a little jazz decided:
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| "Well, the neighbor fell in love with one of us -
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| To the mandolin? |
| guitar? |
| Or in bass?!”
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| To whom, to whom of us -
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| Mandolin, guitar or bass?
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| And since then it has become a law for them:
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| Every day before playing
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| They looked up to the balcony:
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| “Without her, how can you start?”
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| And, envying every tone,
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| That flew to her at that fabulous hour, -
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| All three pairs of eyes rushed to the balcony:
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| Mandolin, guitar and bass!
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| Yes, yes, yes, yes, six eyes
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| Mandolin, guitar and bass!
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| Time passed, but friends did not know everything
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| Who was chosen as a neighbor from among them.
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| They argued a lot, wondered:
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| “Couldn’t fall in love with three!?”
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| We argued a lot - we learned little,
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| And the neighbor suddenly disappeared from the eyes,
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| And in vain they converged to the balcony more than once
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| Mandolin, guitar and bass!
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| Yes, yes, yes, yes, more than once -
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| Mandolin, guitar and bass!
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| The fact is that the neighbor loved
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| And she loved with all her heart,
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| Red Navy neighbor Danila,
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| That he returned home from a hike ...
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| And friends swore to the grave,
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| That they won't sit under the elm anymore!
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| And forgotten by everyone lie there now -
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| Mandolin, guitar and bass!
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| Yes, yes, lie now
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| Mandolin, guitar and bass… |