SUBSCRIBE US ~ ❗ Video link: Playlists: ➜ ➜ Tl: Our young funny voices In the room of artificial summer We are lying down on a tile table And in the rays of artificial light The wounds are setting like a jelly CHORUS: People won't hear anymore Our young funny voices Now only Heavens hear them People will never recall Our ringing funny names Now only silence remembers them Angry maniac is walking free To find a new victim He's deciding what's fashionable For vagabonds of the last journey CHORUS: ---- We'll lie down like food in refrigerator And, embracing gently, will fall asleep in there As
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