| One day after drinking he came home
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| I was in the mind and sang songs cheerfully
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| My path ran through the old churchyard
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| If I were sober, I would immediately go nuts
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| But I was not sober, and I was up to my pussy
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| Drunk kir gave me courage
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| And then the bushes crackled in front of me
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| Of them rose a bloody old vampire
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| Blood, blood, my dirty blood!
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| Having drunk my blood, the mosquito dies
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| Dirty blood... How can it be clean
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| After all, for forty years every evening I'm in a frenzy
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| This vampire craved my warm blood
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| He even released a fang in anticipation
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| But only slightly he sucked me
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| In the sense of blood, then to the grave - cunt
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| My body did not rest from vodkas and wines
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| My whole life is like an alcoholic dream
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| All my childhood, as far as I remember, I swallowed pertussin
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| And at the age of 10 I started drinking moonshine
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| Blood, blood, my dirty blood!
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| Having drunk my blood, the mosquito dies
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| Dirty blood... How can it be clean
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| After all, for forty years every evening I'm in a frenzy
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| He turned green, he spewed all the crosses
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| He, the poor fellow, almost died the second time
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| He vomited, he greedily swallowed air with his mouth
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| And, from a medical point of view, was very bad
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| How did I know that this would cover him
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| Otherwise, I wouldn't give him a drop.
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| One vampire less, I drank for him
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| Buried it and ran to sleep
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| Blood, blood, my dirty blood!
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| Having drunk my blood, the mosquito dies
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| Dirty blood... How can it be clean
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| After all, for forty years every evening I'm in a frenzy
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| Blood, blood, my dirty blood!
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| Having drunk my blood, the mosquito dies
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| Dirty blood... How can it be clean
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| After all, for forty years every evening I'm in a frenzy |