ДДТ - За 50 копеек
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For 50 kopecks an hour and a half
I ate sweetly in the buffets of foreign ones.
For 50 kopecks, seeing miracles,
I behaved quite decently.

For 50 kopecks an hour and a half ...
Hours, hours, hours ...

I was dressed like him, shot from his stomach
And the songs sang with all his voice acquaintances.
I was loved, the one was dry for me,
And we slept on the banks of the ivory.

For 50 kopecks an hour and a half, an hour.

I rose above the clouds
Where he killed mercilessly villains.
Bathed in the ocean of Pyatakov,
... as it was, not at all pale.

For 50 kopecks an hour and a half ...
Hours, hours, hours ...

But the dream passed, miracles disappeared,
Only the wrapper from the candy remained.
For 50 kopecks an hour and a half
I ate it and bought tickets again.

For 50 kopecks an hour and a half ...
Hours, hours, hours ...