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Am E7 Am E7
Oh I don't cry and cry
Am1 Gm A7
I'm running to the kitchen for a seagull.
Dm G C F
After all, our life is food, and who is to blame,
H7 e7
that I was carried away by this food

And who am I to apologize to
I'm not eating during the day
But how on the night to glut oneself?
Cause even my fat
And my evening zhor
Not even a cannon cat condemns

A HmE Hm1 E
Let my diet loooooog
HmE Hm E A Hm E
In hospital, harsh walls
A C # 7 D F
My ball is so white, so lonely
A Hm E A Hm E7
At the place where you should be

And you must admit how lovely
I’m almost not aiming to put a candy in my mouth,
Homemade borscht, compote, huge sandwich
And cakes climb right into my mouth

Oh pleasure! I'm dying,
You see how I quickly eat everything.
And leave my evening zhor for later
You will appreciate the beauty of caviar