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Grass sprouts under the window
A piece of paper is burning out on the window
The second month goes under a copy
So, there is another hole in the wreath.
Children played the sand in the afternoon
Your wet handkerchief fell at the feet
The clothes are saturated with salt
Glass is eaten by dead moth

Close your eyes to your living

The rain exploded with a sticky surge
A soldier fell under an automatic bang
Looks at the sweet sea
The sun blackes - oh, grief, grief
Throw the brave bones into the grave
Come to your wake to visit
Pour a bonfire with tears of a hero
Go to the dugout - you will be born.

Close your eyes to your living

Green poplar will become a stick
Everyone is fertilizer - but I don't feel sorry
Wants to eat a malicious rabbit
Sitting on a branch Funny Noler
A blind child goes along the roof
Seeking the sun higher and higher
Throw a light body on the stones
Go to the great - a big thing

Close your eyes to your living

Grass sprouts under the window
A piece of paper is burning out on the window
The second month goes under a copy
So, there is another hole in the wreath.