Viktor Tsoy - Blood group
I sit and look to the alien sky from alien window
And not see any native star
I walked throught all ways to and fro
Turned back and couldn't see any traces
Chorus
But if you have some box of cigarrets in your pocket
It means that it's not so bad for this day
And the ticket to the plane with silver wing
When it blast of, it leave only shadow on the land
And not see any native star
I walked throught all ways to and fro
Turned back and couldn't see any traces
Chorus
But if you have some box of cigarrets in your pocket
It means that it's not so bad for this day
And the ticket to the plane with silver wing
When it blast of, it leave only shadow on the land
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