| Open the dispatcher to the sky corridor,
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| Direct fire launch
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| "TU" to Arkhangelsk residents
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| Through the turbulent expanse.
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| The liner touched the runway,
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| And from the endless clouds,
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| It's ok in the city of an angel
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| He sat down, having time to release the chassis.
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| Chorus:
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| Again: "Hello, cod-eaters, cod-eaters," -
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| On Solombol and in the center of courage,
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| Banknotes will fly like leaves from a branch,
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| Show me the night Arkhangelsk, Boris, show me.
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| With vodka under the fish, let it be more fun,
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| We in "Modern" will drop anchor,
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| And in "Bobrov" we will be everything,
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| We will continue our course at Pur-Navolok.
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| I know, things are in bulk, you can’t clear everything,
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| Tomorrow again in businessmen,
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| In casinos and Citroens
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| And today, Vovka, don't be sad.
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| Chorus:
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| Again: "Hello, cod-eaters, cod-eaters," -
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| On Solombol and in the center of courage,
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| Banknotes will fly like leaves from a branch,
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| Show me the night Arkhangelsk, Boris, show me.
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| I'm not the first to visit Borya and Vova,
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| That's why I don't argue for a long time
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| That Arkhangelsk is near the sea,
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| It was built on fish bones.
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| It’s not at all easy to do business here,
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| Chapal, I will, Lomonosov,
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| Get out of here along the wagon train,
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| To become a world luminary.
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| Chorus:
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| Again: "Hello, cod-eaters, cod-eaters," -
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| On Solombol and in the center of courage,
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| Banknotes will fly like leaves from a branch,
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| Show me the night Arkhangelsk, Boris, show me.
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| In the morning, flying away, from the ladder I will shout:
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| “We will cross in St. Petersburg,
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| And in Moscow we will still be swept away,
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| I will come to you in Arkhangelsk with a song.
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| Chorus:
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| Again: "Hello, cod-eaters, cod-eaters," -
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| On Solombol and in the center of courage,
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| Banknotes will fly like leaves from a branch,
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| Show me the night Arkhangelsk, Boris, show me. |