| We once together with Vasya
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| Rested at the camp site
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| I did not climb out of the Volga
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| I fucked up in the morning
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| What do we need reefs, what do we need
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| Relax as you wish
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| Embarrassed, tanned
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| That's just Vaska drowned
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| Half an hour later from the camp site
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| They dragged a diver
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| Woke up, but not immediately
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| He opened his eyes, hiccupped
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| And "Triple" poured into the aorta
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| It's immediately obvious - the guy is grated
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| Specialist, excellent student, master of sports
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| Just drowned too
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| The director of the base came running:
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| Didn't see a diver
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| All spirits stole, infection
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| Snatched all the hangover
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| Oh, I'll find it, - shouts, and into the boat,
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| And with a run pulled the starter
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| And sped off to the fairway
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| Where, of course, drowned
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| In general, I put a ruble - put a steward
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| This is the Bermuda Triangle
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| Behind the dead man
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| I'll shout "Help!"
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| From the bushes in one pursuit
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| All in belts and moonshine
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| Colonel Pronin came running -
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| Well, this one sank right away,
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| And then they drowned quickly
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| Doctor and cook with a drunken aunt
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| Rybnadzor - the one with the boat
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| Well, by the evening in general
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| Two factory directors
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| All tourists from the ship
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| And most importantly, they sank into the water
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| No hello, no things
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| By night the watchman appeared
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| He wasn't surprised at all.
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| He says - are you mad?
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| Look at the Volga - there it is
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| There the other day in the middle
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| A barge with vodka sank
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| Maybe we'll go hunting?
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| And dived. |
| And silence. |