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Our young funny voices
In the room of artificial summer
We are lying down on a tile table
And in the rays of artificial light
The wounds are setting like a jelly
CHORUS:
People won't hear anymore
Our young funny voices
Now only Heavens hear them
People will never recall
Our ringing funny names
Now only silence remembers them
Angry maniac is walking free
To find a new victim
He's deciding what's fashionable
For vagabonds of the last journey
CHORUS: ----
We'll lie down like food in refrigerator
And, embracing gently, will fall asleep in there
As farewell, a sick lantern
Will smile for us with its quartz light
CHORUS: ----
Irochka
Z TetriminosРусский
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