Went out into the street - flags on the houses
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In the air, songs and mate how much in vain
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Drunk cattle came out to meet
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Another anniversary of October
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Cops stand like a wall, orchestras roar
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A peppy speech barks from the podium
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Everyone, on command, line up
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And on command they begin to sing
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Oh motherfucker
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Every third is an enemy
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And the second one is a fool
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Don't go to the yard
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Every fifth is livestock
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Fourth - sexot
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That's what it is - Russian rock and roll
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No portraits, thanks for that
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Performances are free in clubs,
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But don't give a damn, just to devour vodka
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And take a break from black Saturdays
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Cops stand like a wall, orchestras roar
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And everything is fine, they shout from the city committees to us
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They say do not lose hope, brethren
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After all, in communism everything will be rewarded to you
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Oh motherfucking bastard
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Every third is an enemy
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And the second one is a fool
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Don't go to the yard
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Every fifth is livestock
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Fourth - sexot
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That's what it is - Russian rock and roll
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I went out into the street and I don't understand
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Someone is vomiting, someone is carrying flags
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Baba hit a man in the groin
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Our people know how to have fun
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Cops stand as a wall roaring orchestras
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And on command, everyone shouts: "Hurrah!"
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But like an SOS about a doomed childhood
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Balloons from every yard into the sky
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Oh motherfucking bastard
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Every third is an enemy
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And the second one is a fool
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Don't go to the yard
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Every fifth is livestock
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Fourth - sexot
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That's what it is - Russian rock and roll
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Oh motherfucking bastard
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Every third is an enemy
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And the second one is a fool
|
Don't go to the yard
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Every fifth is livestock
|
Fourth - sexot
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That's what it is - Russian rock and roll |