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I've Arrived Home After Workday

I've arrived home after workday,
I see someone's boots in doorway,
Size fourteen, - I understood...
Maybe I should leave for good?
 
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Our Polly's Kinda Crying

Our Polly's kinda crying,
She must've dropped a ball while playing.
Foolish girl: she could have figured,
Ball would not sink in the river!
 
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My Sweet Honey's Really Cool

My sweet honey's really cool,
Like a teacher from the school.
But when he puts on his tux,
He's a real dolt. Oh, shucks!
 
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In The Pantry By Myself

In the pantry by myself
I whacked my head on the shelf,
The result: I can't get any,
You know, sex life for myself.
 
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Brick Is Crawling Up The Wall

Brick is crawling up the wall,
It is hairy like a tram.
This folk song's about love -
Don't forget it or be damned.
 
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At The Kiev Railway Station 2

At the Kiev railway station
Storage cell was robbed of meat,
On the door thieves put quotation:
'Those who don't steal, do not eat!'1
 

• 1. a parody of Soviet slogan: Those who don't work, don't eat.

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I Have Fallen For A Soul Mate

I have fallen for a soul mate,
She is hunchbacked and she's old.
Well, such troubled times loom lately,
That you have to stick with gold.
 
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Once on Forty Second Street

Once on Forty Second Street
With a pine board I was hit.
Holy Mary, fucking shit,
How can one walk on the street!
 
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Old Shirt

My old shirt began to choke me.
Fear of death at once awoke me,
Then I realized: 'Oh, shit!
Clearly I've grown out of it!'
 
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Slightly Tipsy, Just Last Night

Slightly tipsy, just last night
I shagged every broad in sight.
Their names were Polly, Bonnie,
Heather, Jonathan, and Johnny.
 
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Your words

How I love it when you talk like that, when you say
you miss me, that when I'm not around you only think
of me, and there are moments you can't help it but just call me.
Those words make me so happy, I truly love you.
 
I will not change you for anything, I'm only yours. With your
embrace you tied me up to your soul, and always
it dawns, I want to search for you, my eyes ask me
to look at your heart again, it can't help it, you are its need.
 
It's so nice being with you, having you close,
the moments you give me I won't forget,
with you theres no more solitude. How I love your
 
...words, and hear you saying, slowly
that you die for me, and in life I'm your
dream, and you'll never go away.
 
I will not change you for anything, I'm only yours. With your
embrace you tied me up to your soul, and always
it dawns, I want to search for you, my eyes ask me
to look at your heart again, it can't help it, you are its need.
 
It's so nice being with you, having you close,
the moments you give me I won't forget,
with you theres no more solitude. How I love your
words, and hear you saying, slowly
 
...that you die for me, and in life I'm your
dream, and you'll never go away.
 
Just learning.

Such A Folk You'll Never Find

Versions: #2
Such a folk you'll never find:
That's the Russian spirit,
Hot or cold, they drink it blind,
Don't ask for food with it.
 
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Even The Rain

I briefly held her in my arms,
But I'll never know
Whether she felt this link like me.
She is so far from me
Like waves drifted by the sea,
A dream that never comes true to me.
 
[spoken:]
'Here you are, the two people
Who I love above all,
Oh, what a joyful day!
 
Yes, come on, the dance is not over yet!'
 
Even the rain remains silent tonight.
I saw the future, but I lost it straight away.
What I am craving will never come true,
And what I am lusting for is weighed down by guilt.
Even the rain remains silent from shame,
Because I betray my brother's love, too.
This burden I will carry for good,
I will love her without any hope, secretly for evermore.
 
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Greg Put His Hand In The River

Greg put his hand in the river,
Ending up without the arm,
Crocs in river Nile deliver
Their treats with deadly charm.
 
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Yesterday I Went To Doc

Yesterday I went to doc,
Said: 'I always want a cock.'
His prescription was cliche:
Copulate five times a day.
 
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Doorbell's Ringing...

Doorbell's ringing: 'That's her Jack!'
From the deck in briefs I jump!
Then I wondered: who am I?
Since the wife for sure was mine!
 
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Vodka's Quality Has Fallen

Vodka's quality has fallen,
Now it tastes like kerosene.
Where are you, our comrade Stalin,
The almighty Georgian king!
 
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Johnny Came To Me For Fun

Johnny came to me for fun
Only for a minute,
Later he told everyone
That I'm whore in spirit!
 
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My Beloved One's Zoophilic

My beloved one's zoophilic,
Give me stallion! - she screams.
I will drink 'til life's idyllic,
She might like a pig, it seems.
 
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Once My Sweetheart Told Me

Once my sweetheart told me: 'Dear,
Without love you won't have me.'
Then I smacked her in the ear,
She must know what's 'C'est la vie'!
 
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Nina's Good From Head To Toe

Nina's good from head to toe,
She's got body and got soul.
One thing's wrong with her although,
She got married long ago!
 
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Yes, I Was Yours In The Past

Yes, I was yours in the past,
Now my heart belongs to Bart.
His dick's like a pine tree mast
On the Shishkin's piece of art.
 
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We Have Questioned John McGwire

We have questioned John McGwire:
Why's your neck stuck in a wire?
But good Johnny's saying nothing,
Just his boots are swaying, scuffing.
 
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Garden Blossoms Out With Cherry

Garden blossoms out with cherry,
Next to it bird cherry grows.
Why did I pick John to marry,
He is such a dolt up close!
 
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Russian Steam Bath

My hon fired Russian bath,
Led me to its parlor,
Pushed me down on pine bench lath, [then]
Beat me hard and harder.
 
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Stale Booze Odor

My hon reeks with stale booze odor,
Burning like a serpent,
Smacks me in the face from shoulder -
That means I am welcomed.
 
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Our Polly Cries Out Loud

Our Polly cries out loud,
Polly's lost her honor. Shame!
Honor ain't a play ball out,
One can buy a ball again!
 
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Bob Got Lazy In The Morning

Bob got lazy in the morning,
Time for combing couldn't spare.
Cow approached him with no warning,
With its tongue it brushed his hair!
 
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Quitting Drinking

Quitting drinking is my drill -
Mornings're really stinking,
But will I retain the skill
Of creative thinking?
 
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Fetița care plânge la petrecerile tale

Se balansează un leagăn gol deasupra capului meu,
Se balansează prin cimitirul voinței mele.
Continui să o caut pe fetița care plânge la petrecerile tale,
Sună clopote înflorite pentru funerariul meu.
 
Privește-mă! Cu steaua polară la picioarele mele
Mă întorc acasă pierdută încă o dată,
Pentru că nu știu cum să fac să nu te ador.
 
Se balansează un leagăn gol atingând nisipul.
Lasă urmele îngerului căzut trecând.
Urme care mereu mă duc spre tine. Elixir
Precum doza de viață fugitivă pe care mi-ai dat-o s-o probez.
 
Privește-mă! Cu steaua polară la picioarele mele
Mă întorc acasă pierdută încă o dată,
Pentru că nu știu cum să fac să nu te ador.
 
Mă gândesc la tine de fiecare dată când mă îndepărtez de mine,
De fiecare datâ când prefer să mor,
Din ziua în care mi-ai spus:
„Fățuca ta e un trandafir neînflorit.”
 
Privește-mă! Cu steaua polară la picioarele mele
Mă întorc acasă pierdută încă o dată,
Pentru că nu știu cum să fac să nu te ador.
 
Gândește-te la mine de fiecare dată când mă privești așa,
Iar buzele mi se cos ție
Și luna îmi pictează ochii.
 
Privește-mă!
De fiecare dată când pleci mă gândesc la tine,
De ficare dată când prefer să mor,
De fiecare dată când mă săruți așa,
De fiecare dată când pleci... Privește-mă!
 

Drinking Palette

Drinking palette we've been offered
By the clever head next door:
In the evening drink one bottle,
In the morning add two more.
 
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I Won't Go To Sleep

I won't go to sleep (though wanna!), -
Let my bed keep tidy sheets.
I'll go out and try to follow
Whom my sweetheart's strolling with.
 
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