Алена Свиридова - Манечка
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Our story is quite serious
Born on one collective farm
Bloated like a rose, Manechka
How don't look, very beautiful
Ala lips Sini eyes
Rus braids, but shorter, Manechka
Manya was often awarded
The guys all suffered on it
The old people shouted to her in the trail.
See all the talent special
Let it go to study
The agronomist became to make the Manechka

Well, send, the collective farm is not poor
In the chairman of the victory
Manechka goes to the capital to the capital
Send gifts to her from home
They write gently, we are waiting with a diploma
Return to the agronomist, Manechka
Write, write, no answer
They go, looking for, mania, where are you?
Seeking, are you a little one?
No eyebrows, braids disappeared
Kukish whipped millet colors
Mouth yellower apricot, shirt

She says seriously, I
I'm sorry, I don't know you
I'm now a completely different shirt
I want to live with my family
The periphery is alien to me
I will not go, there are others, Manechka
I don't need a diploma at all
I live at my husband's expense
You know where he serves, Manechka
Fellow countrymen were embarrassed for a moment
They say say to mercy
What happened to you, Manechka
Al forgot whose
Torn off contact with the people
But so, live a freak, Manechka
The whole story, but no moral
You haven't seen one
And she is perhaps in the hall, Manya, Manya, Manechka