A raven on a birch, a warrior on a horse.
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A golden chain on an oak tree, cones on a pine tree.
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Freebie, yes freebie, Russian soul.
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And somewhere in the distant kingdom, marijuana ripens.
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Drunken fun, sober day off.
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Hangover from milk, and binge from water.
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Self-assembly tablecloth, bread, and bacon for the future.
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And somewhere, a miracle yudo, a scarlet flower, is wandering.
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Chorus:
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Where, where, where are the fibs-pipes?
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the roof goes, yes to settlements,
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Where, where, where, yes everything is on the side
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Yes, everything is mixed up, on the tears of the devil.
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It happened among the people, it came true in Russia.
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We walk for a day, we walk for two, everyone would live like this
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If the dogs bark, the earth burns to know,
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But three heroes think for three.
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Serpent-Gorynych three heads, as if tipsy.
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He threw Wednesday all over the steppe - he sang "Lady".
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For good fellows, blacksmiths forge swords,
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But they will drink a cup together with the snake.
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Chorus:
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Where, where, where are the fibs-pipes?
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the roof goes, yes to settlements, Where, where, where, where?
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Where, where, where, yes everything is on the side
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Yes, everything is mixed up, on the tears of the devil |