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No gods, no mustards

In the heat of summer night
After drinking pretty tight

The cops tried to accuse you but you put them in their place
By climbing up the drain-pipe to the rooftops in the haze
Underneath the night sky you ran away through town
With no chance to be found

People tend to say that you’re actually old
But your age is the biggest secret for each girl you’re about to know
In spite of everything at heart you’re seventeen
Striving for a love romantically

Your namesake from the Kremlin, I’m sure he doesn’t know
That you took a dump on the street and wiped your ass with snow
And every time you’re diving in the water to refresh
Your hairstyle always stays the same

In a silence or a noise
I love to hear your voice
The words will softly fall
Like a honey to my soul
At the beach or in the park
I love to see you drunk
This staggering just makes me roar

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