What a talent and popular sound!
Let's play an encore!
You are welcome, please!
No surplus words of the last days
Maybe only a moment of a theatrical tears.
That's a whole world there, (you)king of a soffits*.
A barbed wire for alien marshes.
You don't want it that way? Then no way!
And if you say "fine" - well, here, get a coin.
[Chorus]
Is this a dream? Is this reality?
Isn't it a dream, but in reality
You get insignias, but we get young tears.
For every our man a hundred men like...
For every our man a hundred petty men.
Insignias for you, but young souls for us.
Here they are - sons and daughters,
They pour water on our mills**.
As is water so are the mills.
Pour it for all, and let the disaster away.
I know you, i know you,
I see you every Friday:
One makes it to the top, another one crawls in,
One who ran out of time gets thumbs down***.
[Chorus]
There can be no tears in you eyes
Your clocks have arrows down...
Insignias go for you, but young souls for us...
Young...