| Spit on everything
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| Don't think about anything
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| All denominators to zero, damn
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| I'll take it and cleanly lower
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| Salute to all concerned
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| I'm smeared here like a Muscovite
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| I love Moscow, I love Kyiv too
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| I don't like those walking from Nurgaliyev
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| Russia in me
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| I am not scattered, I sow evenly
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| Salam to the north
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| To Sakhalin and to everyone who lays
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| To every coast and to every city
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| Where the mountains
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| I'll be there soon, drop the quarrels
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| Love tenderly, appreciate loved ones
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| Read books
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| Judge us not by the cover
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| Seagull from a mug
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| From "Volkonsky" there are some buns
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| Tasty treats for tea
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| Muti without haste, no need for heavy
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| Even if you are charged
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| There are fuses on it, not in vain Nishtyak on the beach
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| There, reclining
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| No smears to shiver in the cold
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| Customs is difficult
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| Immediately all the basins are many times more expensive
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| Gather them all and go to the taiga region
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| Let them cart there, rattle under the snow
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| In the snowy taiga,
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| And we will write a quatrain
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| We will state how to eat, how to eat from spoons
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| A prickly hedgehog, he is still kind
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| Do nothing, dream and eat
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| To love her, she is all in ruffles, naughty
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| You are my betrothed
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| So delicious, with beads
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| If I were a mathematician, I would shower with pluses
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| I'll finish with feelings, otherwise I'll wind up all over
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| Built up a shell around the perimeter over the years
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| Estimate on a thermometer
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| And then the storms have been sweeping for a long time
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| On the subway, not only those who save money here
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| Even I sometimes go there and my friend
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| Appreciate other people's work
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| And maybe they won't forget you and won't shake you
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| Well, everything beckons me the golden mile
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| There are holes you won't patch
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| And from high I'll take it and spit to make you feel better
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| I'll forget for a moment and start all over again
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| Something like this…
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| I'll take and spit
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| Do not flounder for me and do not go to the bottom of me
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| Two blows up I'm for the commune
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| I love life, I love madly
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| I'll take and spit |