| The wind will extinguish cigarette butts and children's tears,
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| We are just single points in wet yards,
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| We swallow panic fear in deafening doses,
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| On the parade ground, in the cold,
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| Again they gave the command to "pick up".
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| Chorus:
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| Small and fragile happiness for normal boys and girls.
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| A bright, stable tomorrow for normal boys and girls.
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| Quiet and dignified old age for normal boys and girls.
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| A festive and solemn toast to normal boys and girls.
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| We are simple people, we don’t need much for each,
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| Let them steal everything, if only we were not blown up anywhere,
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| Open Egypt, fill glasses with poison
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| And a movie about the "Brigade"
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| As a reward for the day.
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| Chorus:
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| Small and fragile happiness for normal boys and girls.
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| A bright, stable tomorrow for normal boys and girls.
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| Quiet and dignified old age for normal boys and girls.
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| A festive and solemn toast to normal boys and girls.
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| Russia, why are you burning so brightly, but not warming?
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| You burn your soul into ashes, but more often you brand it,
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| We shake, losing heat at the curve of the battery.
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| But how did we get old?
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| They got old, but they remained children.
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| Chorus
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| Small and fragile happiness for normal boys and girls.
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| A bright, stable tomorrow for normal boys and girls.
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| Quiet and dignified old age for normal boys and girls.
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| A festive and solemn toast to normal boys and girls.
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| Small and fragile happiness for normal boys and girls.
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| A bright, stable tomorrow for normal boys and girls.
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| Quiet and dignified old age for normal boys and girls.
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| A festive and solemn toast to normal boys and girls. |