| Hey! |
| Hey!
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| Aty-baty yo-my,
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| Get up guys under the gun,
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| Do not grieve, father-mother,
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| So farewell our village.
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| And in the huts bawlers
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| In tunics, and muzzles are drunk,
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| Walk and yell in the night
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| It's good to roll on the stove.
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| Aty-baty on a fig
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| Send soldiers to the south,
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| Oh, tired of fighting
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| I want to kiss girls.
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| Aty-baty yo-my,
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| What is not ours is not mine,
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| I'm not a bastard, commander,
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| I am for the truth, peace to the world.
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| Oh dear side
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| Farewell, poplar birches,
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| Where do I put your pity,
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| And how many workers are left there.
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| I'm not a bastard, I'm not a coward,
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| I'm only afraid of stupidity
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| Why the hell do we need this
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| When it's time to live, robyata!
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| Aty-baty on a fig
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| Send soldiers to the south,
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| Oh, tired of fighting
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| I want to kiss girls.
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| How to trample on capitalism
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| We will meet the cataclysm with our breasts,
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| Their mother is such a vigorous lump,
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| Oh, let's get bored with them under the drawbar.
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| Bomb of the damned bourgeois,
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| Fuck and be healthy
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| Here's another thing
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| And so damn tired of everything.
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| Aty-baty on a fig
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| Send soldiers to the south,
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| Oh, tired of fighting
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| I want to kiss girls.
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| Aty-baty yo-my,
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| What is not ours is not mine,
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| I'm not a bastard, commander,
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| I am for the truth, peace to the world.
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| Aty-baty on a fig
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| Send soldiers to the south,
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| Oh, tired of fighting
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| I want to kiss girls. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Аты-баты , by - Разные Люди. Song from the album 44, in the genre Русский рок