Firefighters are looking for, the police are looking for a long time.
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He barefoot took the Volga,
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He fed a hundred fishermen with one hot dog,
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Everyone believed him, and only Foma rested his horn.
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Foma asked for a license, because he did not drown,
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He whispered something, but the trouble is, who will remember?
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Chorus:
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Only who will remember, only who will remember: what was the name of the guy?
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Only who will remember, only who will remember: what was the name of the guy?
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What was the guy's name?
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What was the guy's name?
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What was the guy's name?
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Firefighters are looking for, the police are looking for a long time.
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Such a strange one: he took and stole the Volga,
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On the Simferopol highway, it shattered to smithereens,
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Then he got up, shook himself off and merged somewhere,
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Traffic cops made him a crown of thorns,
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And thunder struck in the sky, or maybe a bossa nova.
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Chorus:
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Only who will remember, only who will remember: what was the name of the guy?
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Only who will remember, only who will remember: what was the name of the guy?
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What was the guy's name?
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What was the guy's name?
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What was the guy's name?
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Looking for firefighters, looking for police forever.
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In a T-shirt and a cap, touching and cordial,
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To a slutty girl, he gave out all the secrets at once,
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And she repented, but he did not give a look,
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After all, miracles happen when it's not a pity,
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Then mineral water will easily become port wine.
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Chorus:
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Only who will remember, only who will remember: what was the name of the guy?
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Only who will remember, only who will remember: what was the name of the guy?
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What was the guy's name?
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What was the guy's name?
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What was the guy's name? |