Well, how can I begin To tell the story of my Murka, my darling. To tell the frightful story As she's lived and died, Now I'll make my mind! Now I'll tell the story How this all has happened Murka was a nice of juice - that's right. And in our district Everybody missed her, When she was arrested late at night. Once we went on business, Me and Rabinovich And we drove to newest restaurant hall; There's she was sitting With the Tony "Bloody Bastard" And she had a browning Black and small. How do you do, my Murka, How do you do, my darling. How do you do, my Murka and good bye! You have sold forever All our malina And it is the reason, you must die! Rabinovich fired, but instead of target It was me a little who was shot. I was brought to doctor And Rabinovich, padla, Quickly took the girl To drink on spot. Blacky voronochek And my heart is crying. And my heart is crying in the night. On the dirty parkline, Where the people drink wine, Murka's body's lying Still, but nice.
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