| Lenka Panteleev used to walk in Moscow,
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| Always with a smile and drink a little.
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| Among the raiders, he was the foremost villain,
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| Even the people of GubChek were afraid of him.
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| As soon as the night walks like a cat along Ordynka,
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| The impudent moon will blink at the boss,
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| Lenya puts two big bagpipes in his pockets,
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| Wet business will go with a smile.
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| Chorus:
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| Ah, Lenya, Lenya, Lenka Panteleev,
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| You always wanted to live more fun
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| But Lenya, Lenya, Lenka Panteleev,
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| In Moscow, you did too many things.
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| And then one day on the illuminated raspberries
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| Chekists slapped all Lenin's cronies,
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| But he played the bagpipes like Paganini,
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| This time he left without making a trace.
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| As they say, no matter how much the rope winds,
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| But any nonsense will make ends meet.
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| Panteleev's whole life was like a song,
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| He finished singing it in the basement of the GubChek.
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| Chorus:
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| Ah, Lenya, Lenya, Lenka Panteleev,
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| You always wanted to live more fun
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| But Lenya, Lenya, Lenka Panteleev,
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| In Moscow, you did too many things.
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| losing
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| And in our days, when Moscow is in full swing, t
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| All "racketmen" live very cheerfully.
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| They do not forget about Panteleev
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| And for his deeds they drink big vodka.
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| Chorus:
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| Ah, Lenya, Lenya, Lenka Panteleev,
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| You always wanted to live more fun
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| But Lenya, Lenya, Lenka Panteleev,
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| In Moscow, you did too many things. |