Silly little moth
Burning on a candle,
Couple of smoke rings,
Tiny piece of ember.
Little star fell down
In the puddle right there,
The squad did not notice
They lost one of them.
Patients did not die,
Deadmen just stayed deadmen,
Nobody went blind,
Nobody awakened.
Daring hearts kept beating
Cheerful all the same,
The squad did not notice
They lost one of them.
One who was the best,
One who was the dearest,
Pain that was the worst,
Joy that was the deepest.
Neither a beginning
Nor any end,
The squad did not notice
They lost one of them
Silly Little Moth - Egor Letov - Отряд не заметил
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