Poor, poor Little lad You go to work tonight. Have fun, laugh, To earn money! You stand on your head if you have to! It's still yours now Field and meadow, Now you still have toys. But already in the evening work awaits Your life begins. Ref. Learn to do comedy my son! Learn to laugh and cry if you have to! Learn to make a good impression even with a bad one! Take care of yourself, no one else! Do not believe the friend, faithful lover! Don't believe the oath! Never believe it! Learn to do comedy my son Because everything, everything is just a comedy! It wasn't me always poor My good mother raised me carefully. Above my bed He was on guard And he sang a lullaby. Time has passed And the woman came And I foolishly believed him. He was in the circus He rode there And I went after the circus. Ref. He was the light I lived in the sky Like an altar saint. But another one came Comedic And he already went with the other one. he was cheerful He wasn't thinking about you. Your good mother has failed you. But your father is good take care of you He will be your guardian angel.
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