| Children are walking behind the fence -
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| this is a new kindergarten,
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| Through iron bars
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| leaked a clean look.
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| Greedily fumbles in his pockets,
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| crawls under pants
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| Successors grow up
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| country building...
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| This is the future inspector
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| picking his nose,
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| This baby will drag
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| sausage from the store,
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| blooming prima
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| third rate cinema
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| You won't become a ballerina
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| making a domino prince!
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| Chorus:
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| Somewhere for our children
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| in yogurts, through Chad,
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| They are carrying two tons of cocaine -
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| We are suffering from scarlet fever...
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| Connections of all poles,
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| On an elastic band from panties
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| Upturned boredom dangled -
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| The children… were playing with dolls.
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| In dilapidated communal apartments
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| Mom's long bedtime
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| Strain coffee makers
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| and guessing at the table,
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| What is the only child
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| the whole country will be subdued
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| And on the ruins of Gazprom
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| write our names.
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| But fate is a malicious joke -
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| when everyone goes to sleep,
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| New teddy bear
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| silently climb into a pine tree,
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| And smile through her teeth
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| over the calm of the night
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| It would be cool above the sun
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| build the Fourth Rome!!!
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| Chorus:
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| Somewhere for our children
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| in yogurts, through Chad,
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| They are carrying two tons of cocaine -
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| We are all treating scarlet fever...
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| Connections of all poles,
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| On an elastic band from panties
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| Upturned boredom dangled -
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| The children… were playing with dolls… |