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An exclusive song that was not aired by Comedy Club. Authors of the lyrics Semyon Slepakov and Javid Kurbanov Lyrics: You keep telling me: I want to see Paris so much, I want to at least take a quick look, To see Paris and die. And I tell you: A ticket costs a thousand USD. And if you want to die so much, It’s cheaper to see Russia. Now if you see Vorkuta, You’ll get tooth decay in your mouth, And when you arrive in Vyshny Volochok, Your hair will immediately fall out in a clump. Breathe in the air of Orel - You’ll die from throat spasms, And if you suddenly walk along Rossosh, Death will seem like a luxury to you. And here you tell me: I want to see Paris so much... First look at Tyumen, And a stye will appear on your eye, Visit Velikiye Luki - Your arms and legs will be paralyzed. At the sight of the outlines of Yelets The heart muscle will stop, And when you enter the beautiful Tver, And the door to hell will open. And here you tell me: I so want to see Paris... You go to Langepas first, There your pelvis will narrow with horror, And if you suddenly come to the city of Vyatka, Then you will give a bribe for euthanasia. And if you suddenly visit Vladimir, You will see that the brontosaurus is not extinct, And when you go to Novgorod the Great, You will find out that the devil is two-faced. And you keep whining and whining About death and some Paris. But as soon as I suggested going to Klin, You quickly got your bearings, damn it! And taking only a toothbrush with you, You left with a new boyfriend to Paris. Look at your Notre Dame de Paris, And I'll get off at the station in Tver. You think I'm a greedy idiot, It's not true - I'm a patriot of Russia. I'll see the beauty of Tver, Let the door to hell open for me, I'll inhale the aromas of Orel, I love these spasms of the throat. I'll look at the outlines of Yelets - Burn with fire, my heart muscle. And I've already rushed off to Langepas, I've never liked my pelvis. From there I'll look into Gus-Khrustalny, I've needed a crystal eye for a long time, And I'll find an hour to Vyborg I heard there's a female cyborg there. And I'll also pop into Sterlitamak, I'll ask God: "Why are you doing this?" And you can, bitch, look at your Paris, But I want to die in Russia! Forward, Russia! Paris is shit!