Lyrics of äæàç-êëóá ðêêà

( - hey, boy! are you ready?
- yeah, we wanna know our past!
- i'll tell you, i guess.
- we'll sit quiet.
- and close your eyes, imagine:
Sun...
- goes down!
- over the step of great size.
Red army troops are longing for fight.
- but!
- now they are having their rest playing hot jazz!)
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(you know, honey, it's really hot jazz!)
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