| Everything, Marina, you finally got me.
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| Not even a day passes without disassembly and scandal.
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| This is not so for you, and this, I drink a lot, I have no money,
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| In sex - squishy, at work - slob.
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| In general, the nerves are at the limit, I promise - you will wait at my place.
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| I'll be gay! |
| Here you wait, here you wait, I will become gay!
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| I will live not with you, but with some Sergei.
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| That's when you'll regret it, that's when you'll grow wiser.
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| That's when you crawl on your knees.
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| But it will be too late, you won't bring me back from the quagmire, Marina!
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| I don't want to caress a man in the jacuzzi, I don't want to.
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| But I'm not joking with you now, Marina, I'm not joking!
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| Tomorrow I'll paint my lips red
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| And I'll go for a walk on Leninsky Prospekt.
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| I'll sway my hips invitingly back and forth
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| In the depths of my soul, burning with great shame.
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| And some passing pi ** race will certainly lay eyes on me.
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| And the cabriolet will take me to where I am, Marina, irrevocably, forever.
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| I'll be gay! |
| Then, Marin, I will definitely become gay!
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| I will live not by you, but by a man we have.
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| There is no turning back - I have already shaved my legs.
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| You return to me everything that I gave you.
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| In a new life I will have to wear
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| What I used to love to take off from you.
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| Congratulations! |
| Finished it, finished it.
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| Furry bodies are waiting for me now.
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| You would think with your head, Marin,
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| Who will the son look up to now.
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| Okay, I give you a trial period - three days.
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| But keep in mind - I have everything ready for the transition.
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| There are underwear and lubricants, and so far virtual friends.
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| But not a point, Marina is dying, but once an exemplary family.
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| I'll be gay! |
| It's your fault, Marina, I'll become gay.
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| This will be our bright relationship apogee.
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| I will be a bunny and a lapule, a naughty one and a nasty one.
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| I will be a gentle, trouble-free mischief-maker.
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| Oh, this is not what we dreamed about when we raced to Gelendzhik after the wedding.
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| I don't want to put my tongue in a man's ear, Marina.
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| But believe me, I will keep my word! |
| Still, I'm still a man! |