Группа Крови (Цой) / Blood type (Tzoy) - Draft 1

Draft 1

Night is peaceful, but the streets
Are awaiting our steps.
On our boots the dust of the stars.
Sleepy old couch with nice cushined seats.
But our dreams are tangled webs -
Bits and pieces of unended wars.

Stamp of blood type on my sleeve,
My own serial number on my sleeve.
If you want to, then wish me good luck,
You can wish me
Not to stay down there in those leaves,
Not to stay down there in those leaves.
If you want to, then wish me...
If you want to....... then wish me......


I know what to do,
But I don't want to
Begin this fight anew.
I am so sick of plunging a knive in their scars.
I would like to stay here with you,
Simply stay here with you....
But I hear its calling again -
My far away star.

Stamp of blood type on my sleeve,
My own serial number on my sleeve.
If you want to, then wish me good luck,
You can wish me
Not to stay  down there in those leaves,
Not to stay down there in those leaves.
If you want to, then wish me...
If you want to....... then wish me......