Sandyville, steel Windows,
Everything in me froze up, too.
Played,my dear, on the accordion,
On the other side, someone's side.
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And the accordion fur,
Breeds and breeds.
Ah! My trouble is bad,
With whom? There's dancing.
I'll put on a fur coat,
I'll put on my boots.
If? Milenok shalok,
What is it? I'll tell Mamma.
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He was kissing me,
Until the morning dawn.
Love, killed on the spot,
And now? Tears are bitter.
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Ah! In vain, I made noise,
On cute, in vain attacked.
Is not it? That accordion sang,
And I, for good reason suffered.
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My trouble is bad
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