| 1 couplet:
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| I bomb for a day in a Zhiguli car,
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| I work like an ox, but not a penny ...
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| The cardan shaft is knocking, like a spleen in the belly,
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| The clutch is acting up and the soul is toiling.
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| And the wife is waiting at home and wants to live beautifully:
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| Try not to lubricate - it will break off the brakes ...
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| And for some reason this makes me sad,
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| In addition, as a sin, the wheel was pierced.
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| Chorus:
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| I fight like a fish, but I didn’t get any money ...
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| verse 2:
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| The road hits the slopes like a jackhammer.
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| I seem to have lost the muffler on the way -
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| We put asphalt in places and not much
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| So that every acolyte gets stuck on the approaches.
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| And then there is the traffic police, with a bill on the cockade -
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| Like, guess from three times how much you hit ...
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| They have trouser pockets like billiard pockets,
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| And you drive cash capital into them.
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| Chorus:
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| I fight like a fish, but I didn’t get any money ...
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| verse 3:
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| In my car, people are different,
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| And everyone will find it a problem to download ...
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| But I think: they have the same diagnosis -
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| They simply happened to live in the Russian country.
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| And maybe drop everything! |
| And go abroad!
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| Buy junk there and sell it here!!!
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| But what am I without a steering wheel - I even dream at night,
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| How I try to overtake my fate!
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| Chorus:
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| I fight like a fish, but I didn’t get any money ...
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| And the need for money piled up like a lump.
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| I fight like a fish, but I didn’t get money,
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| And where can I get them back and forth ... |