Strong broad-shouldered and medium height,
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was born in a working-class area and grew up there,
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kid, what you need and a mechanic-drummer,
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he worked peacefully in one of the factories!
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Worked in two shifts, plowed as much urine as possible,
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And one night a worker boy,
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Tired, hungry, but proud of himself,
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Walked back home!
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And at home waiting for borscht and an ugly wife,
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Then a mug of beer and porn before going to bed!
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There is a paycheck in his pocket and he will send gifts.
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Wife and children, but here because of the arch,
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Violated impudently his pleasant thoughts,
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unshaven kid, healthy as a grizzly.
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And he asked in a dull voice, as if through cotton wool:
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Well, hey, did you get paid?
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There are a lot of healthy children in the quarter!
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But this one was a beast, and besides, not one,
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Finally, there were three of them, and all the athletes,
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Elastic biceps, in the hands of brass knuckles!
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Well, no, you won’t take it, shameful bastards,
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thought the locksmith of the sixth category.
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Oh, it's a pity the factory lads are not with me!
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And he took out a key for 32 from his wide trousers.
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Oh, you nights, dark nights,
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Do not go to the working area,
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Sit at home, don't walk
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And if you come out - don't yawn!
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Yes, I'm local, guys, what are you?
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The locksmith was indignant and shook the key!
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Athletes just shrugged in response.
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And they began to write wild animals with their feet,
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And the locksmith, he is also a good guy,
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How to betray a guard in huge sandals,
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Athletes got scared: who knows
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The boy, as experienced, nishtyak charges!
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And the locksmith is just like that and the horse's move!
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And let's wet the leader with a key!
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And finally exposed the factory tattoos!
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And shameful wolves trembled in fear!
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And he hits! |
Beats! |
Beats! |
Pain points!
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Beats! |
Beats! |
By sharpening, by kidneys1
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And the athletes gathered to tick!
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And then the guys from the shift will meet them!
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There were few of them - well, somewhere half a workshop!
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Bandits - kapets, and workers - fun!
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And clicked on fixes size forty-five!
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Sausage bandits, sausage guys!
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Athletes ran, only the heels sparkled!
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They threw knives and brass knuckles into the bushes!
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They certainly did not expect such an end,
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So that the working guys defeat them! |