Rid the Panda - Знаки
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In the face of the wind, desert highway
Where defeats and victories cannot be counted
The regime is chosen, but loop it endlessly
Through roads and forests

There is a constellation seven, above the head of the sickle of the moon
The turn is not allowed
A series of faces and shining, you pay attention
In these signs on the way

Serpentine, mountains, centuries -old snow
So it will always be, simple truths
Hills, slopes and roads strip
We each have their own, everyone has their own

Here is the constellation seven, above the head of the sickle of the moon
Do not miss the turn
If you have lost a landmark, you don't miss
Signs on its way