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V leningradskom dvore ya rodilsya,
V detskij sad bezzabotno xodil,
A v tri goda bez bati ostalsya
I v tyur'mu peredachi nosil.
S yunyx let v KGB na uchete.
Na doprosy taskali menya.
Ax, zachem ya na svet poyavilsya.
Ax, zachem menya mat' rodila:
V komsomol ya vstupit' otkazalsya,
Ne predav pravoslavnyj obet.
I za ehto nachal'niki shkoly
Mne vruchili svoj * volchij bilet.
A potom na kotel'nyx mantulil,
Let pyatnadtzat' travilsya gazkom,
Kak starik, uxodil ya so smeny,
Otpivalsya syrym molokom.
No zato ya xudozhnikom vyros,
I durilkoj kartonnoj ne stal.
Tak spasibo za vse, dorogaya,
Moya Rodina-Mat'-SehSehSehR!
* (Moj?)
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