Текст песни Машнин Бэнд - Кузьмич

I was the hero of carriage songs
For wars, dangerous for the world is small
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I lived in a trench fed on the forest
Grassing an improvised means
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Whistling pigeons on holidays
On weekdays I caught sterlet on the pond
Into the net
I went to see the bear as they go for a walk
And ran to the neighboring collective farm to shoot
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Drinking mash one morning
I wandered around more often with my favorite checker
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Squirrels galloped, woodpeckers knocked
And the sun warmed the gray bastards
Paoam-parm-pam
But something alarmed the experienced eye
And my heart turned at once
Into the ax
The decree was glued to the oak tree
And it said that I was pederast
And the thief

I was overwhelmed by such a trick
My boundaries have been broken through
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My eye closed my nose twisted
I stumbled and drowned
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And the proletarian and the stinker sobbed for a long time
In response to such a sinister death
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And a plane circled over the swamp for a long time
Pretty frightening forest
Animal