Текст песни Маша и Медведи - Прима Донна

Three cops from Pyatigorsk
I sing my own song,
Did not let the girl
To go to jail.
Took it right at the station.
Two glasses on a pocket,
And from the packs of "Prima Don"
Smell from the local lawn.
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"Prima Don", "Prima Don"!
At large it's good!
From the Kuban to the Don
A rare cop did not know her.
"Prima Don", "Prima Don"!
What have you brought to!
Mom of the Don, past the zone,
Past the cash register, past the bottom.
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You got indecent!
Control your bazaar!
Stick your hands out of your pockets.
And look into my eyes!
I took out cigarettes,
Lighter and keys,
And then, adjusting his cap,
Raised her glasses.
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"Prima Don", "Prima Don"!
At large it's good!
From the Kuban to the Don
A rare cop did not know her.
"Prima Don", "Prima Don"!
What have you brought to!
Mom of the Don, past the zone,
Past the cash register, past the bottom.
______
(At the end of the loss:
"And so somewhere for two hours we talked").
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Take your alamas,
Money is enough for Moscow,
But only send us a morpheme
With mail radio wave!
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"Prima Don", "Prima Don"!
At large it's good!
From the Kuban to the Don
A rare cop did not know her.
"Prima Don", "Prima Don"!
What have you brought to!
Mom of the Don, past the zone,
Past the cash register, past the bottom.