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Red beads

Red beads, red as wine
Beads from field rowan and tears of a girl and big tears
 
He praised my coat and my beads from the city
And he said that he wanted to dance with me
His jeans and the whiteness of my blouse
Connected in tango soon, he had gel rubbed in his hair
 
Later he took me for a trip
And at this trip he crumpled my white blouse
Everybody envied me there
When I came back and when I was walking in a crumpled blouse
 
Red beads, red as wine
Beads from field rowan and tears of a girl and big tears
 
Yesterday he was at those dances too
and the gel in his hair was shining like the silvery moon
But he was dancing with Kryśka all the time
and he didn't look at me even once
 
I will dance with some other man when you will be with this Kryśka
And later why not, let him crumple my blouse
Na, na, na, na...
 
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