We had our fame,
played the different game.
Where the soldiers
might not control us
we made our way!
Where the soldiers
might not control us
we made our way!
We dried our tears,
kept off every feaze.
Where the soldiers
might not control us
we smelt summer breeze!
Where the soldiers
might not control us
we smelt summer breeze!
Where the soldiers might not control us...
© Copyright: Вадик Колесников, 2012
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