Awful rain, clumsy people, running hard to escape it,
Crossing huge water pools on their way.
And I know, I could bet it, that those people don't get it,
Why should I be so happy today.
And I'm playing my garmoshka
For those people passing here,
It's a pity that a birthday's
Only once a year.
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We don't give a sh%t, we don't give a sh%t -
We are not afraid (of) neither wolf nor owl
We have business here, ought to be complete:
We are mowing grass, tryn-grass on our own
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