| It's cold again in winter.
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| Gone, as usual, hot water.
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| In the kitchen I warm myself in the refrigerator all night -
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| Hardened involuntarily, all the bacteria away.
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| Ice ceiling,
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| The walls are ice too
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| Cooler than the motherland,
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| Only with a hammer in the face.
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| At seven in the morning it's time to run
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| To your favorite job.
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| At least steal something
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| If only there was something there.
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| There they say in Siberia,
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| At the Tyazhmash plant.
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| The men are lifting weights,
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| The money is divided into sabbath.
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| Our tanks have become lighter,
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| The mortar became shorter,
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| But much stronger
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| And more muscular people.
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| And in our pin sharpening workshop,
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| We have nothing to give to the underground counter.
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| One salary, and even then not always,
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| Thank God, there is a car - to taxi sometimes.
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| Chorus:
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| Eh, who would give a loan,
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| Until next winter
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| And I forgot about it.
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| Eh, who would give a loan ...
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| My wife writes slander to the UN -
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| They say give boiling water to the second microdistrict.
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| Since we are a single family,
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| To know all the dollars equally, that's why we are relatives.
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| Bullshit - we are like a mosquito on their ass!
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| Millions of beggars with a nuclear club,
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| And besides, with our thought, purely nationwide,
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| No matter how much money you give, we'll be hungry.
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| There, anyone can be pulled on the Senate,
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| They don't care that you are, by nature, a national deputy.
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| Like, repent in front of the people, where, how much and how many times,
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| Although we are free, the law is a decree for everything.
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| Now, if only these same Yankees,
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| From their jacuzzi and bidet,
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| To our power, utilities
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| And native traffic police.
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| Traffic police, traffic police, traffic police nau ...
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| Traffic police, traffic police, traffic police nau ...
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| Traffic police, traffic police, traffic police nau ...
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| The Yankees would have died the next day!
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| Chorus:
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| Eh, who would give a loan,
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| Until next winter
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| And I forgot about it.
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| Eh, who would give a loan ...
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| Neighbor, infection, threw me hemorrhoids,
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| Broke all the walls above my head.
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| The whole house is sausage under a jackhammer -
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| Ta-ta-ta slippers fall off your feet.
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| To make the renovation cost nothing,
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| Hire Moldovans from Rotaru village.
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| In a year, the ceiling will hit you in the dark,
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| And the parquet between the legs will rise little by little.
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| We would forever be free of charge,
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| For freebies.
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| Let it be poor and clumsy
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| But it's a present.
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| Oh, one more time, many more, many more,
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| Whatever we don’t have, everything is not Glory to God.
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| Chorus:
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| Eh, who would give a loan,
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| Until next winter
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| And I forgot about it.
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| Eh, who would give a loan,
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| Until next winter
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| And I forgot about it.
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| Yeah, yeah, right now, how about ...
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| Times are not right now.
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| They don't lend money these days.
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| So you have to think of something.
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| Like this… |