Just recently returned from the festival "Move into the open". I had fun) So, a song from today's headliners. ---- Grenade in pocket, linchpin in hand In a familiar language, gulls start singing to me here I was coming closer calmly; I’m no thief to hide Cruiser’s wheels so sadly staring at the sky When mists have melted and moon has moaned From her shift, a young wife hasn’t returned Water will be poisoned, light will die and sounds will fade I won't be back to you, that's the friend I am now We’re leaving, leaving, leaving Clearer times will come It’s beating, flaming in ecstasy Our Vladivostok 2000 In the embraces of drunken women sailors were dying Tearing off their shirts and stinging on their chests But heart will stop; its beating sound will fade With no arms you were dancing your last dance Maybe in a thousand years they will dig up In bubble-gum papers and fragments of coins Where clean is the shore, didn’t make it to the weave Where rails are sticking out of our country's pocket We’re leaving, leaving, leaving Clearer times will come It’s beating, flaming in ecstasy Our Vladivostok 2000
