Scattered on the floor of the world,
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Lost in the haze somewhere
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Eh, my Soviet of Deputies,
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Immeasurable edges.
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Give me a carriage
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I'll ride the whole Scoop on it,
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I'll see how people live
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What does he eat and what does he drink.
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Chorus:
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The fields are wide, the seas are boundless,
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The forests are dense, the roads are long.
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And even kill me, I won't understand you,
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How are you still alive, my Sovdepiya.
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The fields are wide, the seas are boundless,
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The forests are dense, the roads are long.
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And even kill me, I won't understand you,
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How are you still alive, my Sovdepiya.
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The wind bows at its feet,
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Oh, Russian roads,
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Outside the window, rain and mud,
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Every third king and prince.
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There is no faith, no law,
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Rivers flow moonshine
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Eh, my Soviet of Deputies,
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Immeasurable edges.
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Chorus:
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The fields are wide, the seas are boundless,
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The forests are dense, the roads are long.
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And even kill me, I won't understand you,
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How are you still alive, my Sovdepiya.
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The fields are wide, the seas are boundless,
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The forests are dense, the roads are long.
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And even kill me, I won't understand you,
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How are you still alive, my Sovdepiya.
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My coachman, let's go quieter,
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It's more beautiful here than in Paris.
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Beauty, fucking louse,
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You'll go crazy with her.
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Eh, we have good people,
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Nothing with an impudent mug.
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Long endure, long wait
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And then he will break his head.
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Chorus:
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The fields are wide, the seas are boundless,
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The forests are dense, the roads are long.
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And even kill me, I won't understand you,
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How are you still alive, my Sovdepiya.
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The fields are wide, the seas are boundless,
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The forests are dense, the roads are long.
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And even kill me, I won't understand you,
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How are you still alive, my Sovdepiya. |