ДДТ - 11 - Песня о людях героических профессий
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I hear me alive again
I breathe by the window by the sea
The ball is spinning
Spinning over his head
Like an astronaut on a cold moon
Waiting for me to call me
Contrary to the winning winter
But spring will find soon

Time, I follow you
Time, I'm without sleep
The ball is spinning
Running falls over his head
How a diver is suffocating at the bottom
I believe that she loves and remembers
Waiting for natural salmon in wine
That spring will reveal me.

The mountains are worried once
The stones hole the surf
The ball is spinning
Dance and falls above his head
I am surrounded by methane eyes
In the mine I write with a hammer on the wall
I am waiting for only a few phrases from you,
That you crawl to me

Eternity over the guards
In the morning it is almost not visible
The ball is spinning
Spinning, wants to fall,
As a musician whose career was sleeping
I believe, she will give inspiration
The one that has huge power -
Spring!

City: wall and wall
Naked, throat in winter
Vasya and Klava are sad by the window
And the astronaut froze on the moon,
The junior sergeant did not return from the war
In Stolen, Shakhtar suffocated in the fire
The young submariner did not surf with the depths ...
The dead dreams of spring.