| I bomb on an old foreign car
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| In an old seedy taxi depot.
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| Our dispatcher in a pink scarf -
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| Golden girl, Marinka.
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| In the morning pour a hangover.
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| After all, she suits me as a daughter, damn it.
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| Pinned: loves, you know.
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| And I tell her: "You are playing with fire..."
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| Throw the order to me, girl, at the port.
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| I pray to all gods for you.
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| I'll turn around and adjust the board
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| To your slender tanned legs.
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| I drive through Taganka at night.
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| There are funny confusions,
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| Like singers on the pop scene.
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| I shout: "Hold, girls, prices!"
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| My dear, I'm almost forty.
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| Loved by those who were dear to me.
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| I'm like my Mercedes, I drive around Moscow,
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| And I don’t change rings for two hundred thousand.
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| Throw the order to me, girl, at the port.
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| I pray to all gods for you.
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| I'll turn around and adjust the board
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| To your slender tanned legs.
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| Let's go to the Japs in a trendy restaurant,
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| My baby will order sushi there.
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| And I'm such a sushi in Magadan
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| For ten years he chewed like in a restaurant.
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| Throw the order to me, girl, at the port.
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| I pray to all gods for you.
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| I'll turn around and adjust the board
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| To your slender tanned legs.
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| "Mers" - it's cooler than the "Zhiguli",
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| Even though the old "gelding" is gray-haired.
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| Stop, little one, don't go!
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| Let me give you a lift home.
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| Stop, little one, don't go!
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| Let me give you a lift home. |