Александр Скиф, Сергей York - Ивовая песня
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Draw your card
Drag your lot
Come on!

Along the lunar March
Across the minefield
Over the edge

It will be beautiful there
There are grasses and willows
To the water

But willows and grasses -
Empty amusements
Children

You search for half your life
Where is happiness
In what cities?

In the end, unrecognized
You wander like a madman
To nowhere

What is your everyday life worth? -
What good are you?! -
In your hearts!

I couldn't close my chest
A dream, from the splinters
Of lead

Double standards
Empty minutes
Pop

Drew my card
Drew all the routes
You yourself!