| The boy took the guitar, the boy began to play, and next to him -
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| A wall, and behind the wall my uncle likes to relax.
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| The boy took the guitar, the uncle went to bed,
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| The boy sang about the white light, he did not have time for the black one,
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| Since it happened that uncle jumped out of bed,
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| Because he wants to live in peace. |
| Thunder boomed.
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| This uncle knocked, this uncle knocked,
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| Uncle knocked so that the house trembled,
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| Into the wall with a fist.
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| The boy took the guitar, the boy began to play, and on the left -
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| A wall, and behind the wall my aunt likes to embroider.
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| The boy took the guitar, the aunt sat down to sew,
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| The boy had to put down his guitar again,
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| Since it happened that my aunt jumped up from her chair,
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| Because he wants to live in peace.
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| Thunder boomed. |
| This aunt beat, this aunt beat,
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| Aunt beat so that the house shook,
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| Into the wall with a heel.
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| The boy took the guitar in his hands, put it in a case,
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| I put cigarettes and notes in my bag and left.
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| And behind the wall on the right, my uncle lay down to rest, and on the right
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| Aunt cross-stitched a flower with feeling.
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| The road runs far, the burden is not easy,
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| In the sky ... clouds,
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| The wind flew out the window and silence remained in the house
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| And emptiness. |