When the windows first electricity
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sent familiar candies
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curtains of my room
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and the dawn came to press the handles
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- so on the accordion keys
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tones went. |
Doing strife.
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Someone was playing under the roof.
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Someone laughed at that,
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while another got angry.
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Either way, every day
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reported with chorus:
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"Me today
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I have a bathtub full of violets
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I have a bathtub full of violets
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I have a bathtub full of violet violets. »
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That's how it went every morning
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And someone said, "Unseen,
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let the guy have fun. »
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But another said to his wife,
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«Quite a strange approach to hygiene -
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after all, he will lose his health. »
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He played upstairs so far
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concerned calmly
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- all tenants in the association.
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How to wish «Break the vase»
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he passed his message to us:
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"Me today
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I have a bathtub full of violets
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I have a bathtub full of violets
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I have a bathtub full of violet violets. »
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Gradually, everyone liked it
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wake up to a song, especially when it's raining
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with tow accordion.
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They started calling her an accordion
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I said Alain Delon
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to him who lived in the clouds.
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Hardly anyone will know
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who lived among the trusses at the time
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of an old house in Karlin.
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He just left once in the morning,
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from an apartment that never had a bathtub
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and it smelled like wine at best.
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By what he played to us here
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he actually deceived us
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they all said to each other.
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Me in bad weather
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however, I still sing:
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"Me today
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I have a bathtub full of violets
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I have a bathtub full of violets
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I have a bathtub full of violet violets. » |