That’s somebody coming slowly down,
I hope my lovely that’s who else,
He wears army-jacket khaki,
I gonna be mad from those wears.
The golden strips are on lovely shoulders,
And burning view like an X-Ray,
He made, ой, бабы, an appointment,
He wonna break my straight life way.
What for when he walks past my home,
He waves with a hand and smiles as a boss,
Why didn’t he still leave me alone,
How come he arrived in наш колхоз?
When I see him my heart drops down,
And Ваня-storm disturbes my chest,
What for did I meet him around,
Why does he drive on BQE West?
BK New York 10/11/04
Vot kto-to s gorochki Русская застольная за американским столом
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