| From a dog to a pig is just a moment - appreciate it,
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| For 365 days I have not fallen in price,
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| And drops of sweat on the back will not become a problem,
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| And if anything, all of a sudden, I will solve your prablam.
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| John:
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| Outside the window are explosions, streams of lies are true,
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| Stoppers are loaded, that's why everyone is so dressed up,
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| 40 red eyes in the dark - that's us
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| Twenty scarlet fur coats, in the darkness of darkness - we are also.
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| Boys, girls - We attack the livers,
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| Voices will smash the speakers to smithereens,
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| My dear Zainka has a gift from me on the shelf,
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| The emptiness in the wallet due to the stray bee,
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| Opanki, the chimes froze,
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| And with bated breath, impulses met oblivion.
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| My wish is to be in good health,
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| Meet old age with grandchildren, and spend in company.
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| Hansa:
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| Oh, to live a year, to put the squeeze on a reptile,
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| I've been loitering around for a whole year, a shabby dog with abrasions,
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| And the guys in the stadiums, in the offices - decided the future,
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| And questions. |
| With a vacation spot on the vacation globe, don't miss the moment,
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| The intellectual in me left without a trace,
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| The cop didn't set fire to the torpedo - a small, but a victory.
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| Pleasantly feet squelching in the snow, giving distinct samples,
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| Crumpled papers, business cards with bronze, the way from Hansa to Gonzo,
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| My sealed walk to your entrance,
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| The gait is clear, so far I am sober, my eyes are frisky.
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| John:
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| The crunch of snow underfoot, I go to my tramps,
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| They sit with madams, rums, grams,
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| I will say: "Arividerchi" to all loan programs I,
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| The home family was replaced by street brethren,
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| For example: a year ago I was a dog:
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| Barking, giving a paw, grabbed grandmas, didn’t buzz, saved up for a woman,
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| I watched the salary in the evening, and in the morning, with a fumes, accompanied her to the house.
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| (And that was that year)
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| It has been fashionable to live frivolously from time immemorial.
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| Supplies nishtyakov. |
| Open, I brought you gingerbread!
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| Hansa:
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| Five years ago I couldn't count
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| What is in front of you today - I will read the topic,
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| Clink a glass, take a walk, catch a joke from the north,
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| Today the battlefield is a table, four-leaf clover,
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| In one vial, standing on the balcony with seven,
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| We use Waltz-Baston,
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| Pass a piece of cake, garçon - out of old friendship.
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| Forgive me guys, if over the years I dive deeper,
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| The cold swept over, the blizzard swirled the tower,
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| It so happened, I woke up in the morning under a green spruce slaked,
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| And he seems to have become older, plus a year in the calendar - without B, no joke.
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| 2007 - I wish the adequacy of actions.
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| I wish the district people neat muddles.
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| I wish all students to graduate from institutes.
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| I wish the hard workers a big advance.
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| I wish John to see Hans more often.
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| I wish to cancel all penalties.
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| I wish to keep a distance with garbage.
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| I wish the boys good luck with the release of the album.
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| I wish this night to hear glasses ringing! |