Текст песни RUKH - Tickets for a Second Round

All will come to an end,
My dear friend.
The love will pass
And hate will leave us.
The days of our youth are gone.
Your madness will leave you all alone
Swing of life will break and rust.
There is nobody to trust.

Fear is so hard to overcome
Fear is so hard to overcome
And with surprise you will become
you will become pale.
Tickets for a second round
Tickets for a second round
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