Текст песни Би-2 - Синица

How many stars for shoulder straps were obtained in battles
On foreign landfills, in unknown dreams.
Give the sky under the wings of shot birds,
Crane wedge - an ambulance.

Release the tit to certain death,
Let freedom fondle her.
And the ship sails, and through the cold and ice
I stare into this dark water.
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I don’t call anyone, I don’t regret it, I don’t cry.
With you in reality, with me for luck.
The moon, as always, did not love, did not warm,
She didn't expect anyone, she didn't want anything.

Release the tit to certain death,
Let freedom fondle her.
And the ship sails, and through the cold and ice
I stare into this dark water.