Radio Cambodia - Время печали еще не пришло
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But we are to the end
In pieces of hot lead
Flew into goals.
Traces on the body leaving

Dreaming, exhaling into the sky
With white smoke all problems
The year after year they burned
In the morning they were always silent

But in that game without rules
We still lost
By all laws
Everything will work out, do you hear?
It will turn out

Silence came
And the sea hid the sea
And those remained in the sand
Whose names sounded louder than anyone

But in that game without rules
We still lost
By all laws
Everything will work out, do you hear?
It will turn out