A warm place
But the roads wait for the prints of our feet
Stardust on boots.
Soft armchair, checkered plaid,
A not-pulled-in-time trigger.
Sunny day - in blinding dreams.
Blood type is on (my) sleeve
My serial number number is on (my) sleeve.
Wish me good luck in battle, wish for me:
That I don't stay in this grass,
That I don't stay in this grass.
Wish me luck, wish me luck!
And there are things to pay, but I don't want
Victory at any price.
I don't want to put my feet on anyone's chest.
I wanted to stay here with you,
Just stay with you,
But the high star in the sky calls me to the road.
Blood type is on (my) sleeve
My serial number number is on (my) sleeve.
Wish me good luck in battle, wish for me:
To not stay in this grass,
To not stay in this grass.
Wish me luck, wish me luck!