We are always in worries, gloomy, like clouds
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All the money can't be earned, all the chicks can't be spud
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You can’t take any coins or a glass with you to the next world
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No one will live forever, brother, and there are no pockets in the coffin
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The colonel asked questions from childhood
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And climbed where he was not asked
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Even then, with all my heart I hated the pendos
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Even then, I rooted for Russia with all my heart
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The colonel counted zeros from childhood
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In the salaries of everyone in the neighborhood
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Like, where did grandfather get new Zhiguli? |
Listen, grandfather
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And doesn't the mother live beyond her means?
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He assigned a number to every thing in the house
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So that all the ladles and forks count
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Colonel from childhood, passion as he loved to save
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He ran, rattled coins in a piggy bank
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He doesn't care about the games of his peers
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He did not want to become either a bandit or a deputy
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The boy eats once a day, know yourself saving up
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He despised corruption, but he loved money
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We are always in worries, gloomy, like clouds
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All the money can't be earned, all the chicks can't be spud
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You can’t take any coins or a glass with you to the next world
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No one will live forever, brother, and there are no pockets in the coffin
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Years run like me in 2000 from garbage
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The colonel became a colonel without any cronyism
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By that time, the amount had dripped, be healthy
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So he even had to buy a house for the money
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He fights corruption and the stakes are high
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Grabbers and thieves are all around, and they infuriate him,
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And he wears the same socks for five years
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Puts aside almost his entire paycheck each month
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I dreamed of spending everything on a temple on Mount Athos,
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Or maybe wait some more and save up for now,
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And then drive a van to the pension fund
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And shout: "Take everything, give it to the old people!"
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But then one fine day, misfortune, oh my God!
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The hut where the money is kept was raided
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They ruined the lock, they scream, they trampled it in the hallway
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People in balaclavas poke in the face with machine guns
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“Hey, where did you get nine lards from, nit?
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Plus, another hundred thousand are drunk in a piggy bank for a ruble?
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The colonel was perplexed with a frightened look:
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“Step up, guys, what are you? |
I have been saving since childhood!”
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We are always in worries, gloomy, like clouds
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All the money can't be earned, all the chicks can't be spud
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You can’t take any coins or a glass with you to the next world
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No one will live forever, brother, and there are no pockets in the coffin
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You know there is no more justice
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In this regard, we are up to China, as to China
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While normal boys are pinched
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Corruptionists thrive
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We are always in worries, gloomy, like clouds
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All the money can't be earned, all the chicks can't be spud
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You can’t take any coins or a glass with you to the next world
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No one will live forever, brother, and there are no pockets in the coffin |