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Don't scold me, my goodness
If I'm drunk
Don't be thinking
What's it about her? I got closer
Other bottles
Aaay what the hell
She's getting married to my friend
Aaay what the hell
The very ungrateful fool fooled me
Mother, if she comes to look for me
And if he begs you and if he asks
If I'm drunk
Tell him that I'm with the band
That I'm happy
And that the band is playing me
When I left
I was very poor
And now that I return
You have realized
That I am very rich
That is why you are sorry
And You don't want it anymore
Let the day come
On Sunday
Aaay what the hell
He's getting married on Sunday
Aaay what the hell
He's marrying a friend
Don't scold me, my goodness
If I'm drunk
Don't be thinking
What is it for her?
I want the band to play me all night
/>And let me come closer
Another bottle