People live, searching for food
Knowing what's bad
Knowing what's good
People may be clever
But I'm ready to bet
Nobody nows what'll be in the end

We are alone, from the start to the end
You may have a girl or you may have a friend
But when you look around, you realise - I'm right
We are alone and there is no place to hide

People always crying
Crying all life long
Crying when they die and
Crying when they're born
Crying is a way of our life
But we have no years
To save and to thrive

We are alone, from the start to the end
You may have a girl or you may have a friend
But when you look around, you realise - I'm right
We are alone and there is no place to hide

Everyone will tell
That people couldn’t fly
It always was so
But I want to try
There is no reason
For me to stay
I want to catch my wind
And fly away

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- Штирлиц - добрая душа, - вздохнул второй фронтовик, - я помню, три
дня назад тут били японского шпиона, так все били ногами, а Штирлиц - нет.

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