| There was a dashing Sonya - a golden pen, with red curls, well, just a diamond!
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| Sonya came, sparkling with her eyes, she always had headlights in hotels and inns.
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| Sonya came, sparkling with her eyes, she always had headlights in hotels and inns.
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| Chorus:
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| Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ...
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| Sometimes, good luck-bitch, full handfuls, Sonya was insanely happy.
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| Spent time with rich guests, sailed with friends and girlfriends,
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| She spent time with rich guests, with friends and girlfriends she sailed in the wind.
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| Chorus:
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| Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ...
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| There was a dashing Sonya, a golden pen, but the villainous fate again drove a wedge.
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| Abandoned by everyone, so young, they took her in stages to Sakhalin Island.
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| Abandoned by everyone, so young, they took her in stages to Sakhalin Island.
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| Chorus:
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| Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ...
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| Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ...
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| Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ...
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| Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ... Oh, mother, mother, oh ... |