Дети пикассо - Лето на Марсе
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There is an unusual landscape,
Mountains and red sand
The bird beats in the temple
Summer on Mars ...

Children run around the hills,
Gold of red hair,
The sun is a wonderful forecast,
In the summer on Mars ...

Children will get their hand
The sky is a raspberry arch
And your golden oxygen
In the summer on Mars ...

In the sky above me
The bold pilot endures the disaster
He will never die
He will fall, fall, fall.

Fall like rain
Like packs of comets
Hundreds of years, from the sky

In the sky above me
The bold pilot endures the disaster
He will never die
He will fall, fall, fall.