Now I tell the story how all this happened
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Murka was the girl and girl allright.
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And in our district everybody missed her
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When she was arrested late at night.
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Once we went on business, me and Rabinovich,
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Then we dropped at nearest restaurant-hall.
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There was Murka sitting with Tommy, bloody bastrad,
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And she had a brouning, black and small.
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First we wonna-gonna ’cause we were alone,
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But suddenly a revenge came to mind.
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In the dirty park-lines, where the people drink wine,
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Our lovely Murka, you shell die.
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How do you do, my Murka? How do you do my darling?
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How do you do, my Murka, and goodbye…
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You was sold forever all our malina
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And it is reason you must die.
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Rabinovich fired, but he missed of target.
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Me was that who made a little shot.
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I was brought to doctor, but Rabinovich, sterva,
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Quickly took the girl to drink on spot.
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Blacky voronochek, and my heart is crying,
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And my heart is crying in the night.
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In the dirty park-lines where the people drink wine
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Murka’s body lying still but fine…
