| Express train to Mexico
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| Praise, it's already night
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| Spotlights sweep the path shiny
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| The bark belongs to the coyote
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| The locomotive disappears into the noise
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| The Sierra Madren is guaranteed by the moon as the cheese rumbles
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| In a first class carriage
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| Sleepy is the mood
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| Passengers - men, women - all snooze
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| Then the pace will slow down
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| And almost stops
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| Where is the reason for the stop?
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| The brakes on the wheels squeak
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| The wagon door opens
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| Two black-headed men rush in:
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| Pikku-Pete, Iso-Pat
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| Gangsters both
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| Each of the large perforated irons waves
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| "Hands up, Gentlemen!"
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| Shouts the command sharply
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| Big-Pat and a couple of times the ceiling triggers
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| «The wisest, when everyone now opens the wall
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| Listen to him who walks. ”
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| No one can resist, Little Pete guards
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| Iso-Pat when evacuating with his fingers accustomed
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| Rings and purses, lockets, wallets
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| Suitcases robber also examines alone
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| There is nothing left for the victims, the catch hopes exceed
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| Little Pete gasps towards his throat:
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| «Men are beaten to death, but women are taken away
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| I can't be without it now. "
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| A roaring laughter sounded, Iso-Pat now apricot
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| The words of his partner and the point growls:
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| “Okay, so let’s do it, we get a valid harem
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| Let's take the dirt to a hidden cave behind the Sierra Madre. »
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| Then from the trap of the chariot, from among the gentlemen
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| Hidalgo now steps forward, says, «Señores
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| Do us anything but save us women
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| Otherwise you will have a bad memory. "
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| Follow a moment of silence, the proposal is strange, new
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| Haa, now there is noise in the women's swarm as well
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| An old maid, by the way, fifty years old
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| It demands the floor and you get it right away
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| Eyes flicker with anger, jumping flat feet
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| To Hidalgo's anger, he begins to unravel:
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| “What the lord calls and fidgets with his mouth
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| We will do as the robbers dictate. "
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| The old maid jumps on Pat's neck, it stays
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| Even a big robber tries to evict him
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| A woman with a sore throat, she is brisk
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| And Pat’s resistance doesn’t stop them from being able to
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| Pete's mouth gasps, guy as he gets nervous
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| In the whisper of the old man, "Darling, I love you."
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| Passengers stare with their eyes on their backs
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| No matter how it all ends
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| Horror is Iso-Pat, the kisses of an old girl
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| They are fiery, they glow with lemmenlies
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| The robber screams: "Listen Miss, I'm married '
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| And there are four children, I'm not a free man
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| My friend will betroth a good man. "
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| The talk of this Little Pete's cheeks is chilling
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| He's running away from the train car door, yeah
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| But you can't get a meter ahead
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| The age girl has abandoned, the recent one has emerged
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| She hugs little Tiny, kisses
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| Freedom back, Iso-Pat got, of course
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| Pete is already calling for help
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| I swear that, too, she will marry qualified
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| He also has seven children
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| Maybe there are eight of them, with their calculation skills
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| When not Pete can not shine
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| The maiden's mouth twists in crying, now she's just shivering
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| Pete's chin shakes straight right
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| In a dreamland, the little man is asleep
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| Iso-Pat now realizes the danger is threatening him
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| He won't have time to take up arms when he's back
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| The old maid's fist speaks - even a thousand
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| The judge will now calculate his figures
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| Before Pat about it
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| The express train is continuing its journey to Mexico
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| The bandits are hanging under the benches
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| Once again, the division is new
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| Back when the property was obtained by the natives as well as the Yankees
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| Danger is over, peace on earth, happy is the carriage again
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| One but gloomy well who can you guess
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| Happiness, on the other hand, is over. |