| Carlsons dismounted, their tanks are empty,
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| Rod through the perimeters in growth.
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| Fragments of a star dig into their muzzles -
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| The most cheerful of the stars.
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| Their light blinked in the distance and withered,
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| The path got lost in the forest.
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| A fairy tale killed on strong shoulders
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| Gloomy Carlsons carry.
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| Chorus:
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| Turn off the light - our Vazastan is in flames,
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| Turn off the light and we'll turn back
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| Turn off the light - stop looking at the screen,
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| Turn off the light - look into our eyes.
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| The button is stuck and the propeller hangs
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| Like a broken wing.
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| Carlson gets on a plane without landing gear,
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| The sun is bloody and bright.
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| There is no return, like a bird without legs -
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| It's an unwritten law
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| If there is a samurai blade in the cockpit
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| Like validol under the tongue ...
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| The Carlsons drank a cup of sake like poison.
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| Carlsons took off, laid a farewell circle.
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| The Carlsons remembered the smoky sky over Okinawa ...
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| Cut out the light. |
| Cut out the sound.
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| Whatever changes in the damned age -
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| All changes are in place.
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| Anna Karenina breaks the pin,
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| Before you get under the wheel.
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| The baby is napping, it's dark under the covers,
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| Sleeps and sees sweet dreams:
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| In them, as before, suddenly flies through the window
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| Carlson, who returned from the war...
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| Chorus. |