Kissing you is not the best
A terrible sign in the sky.
I love you, it can't be better.
Heavy stones are marching.
I stand, look, I don't understand.
And I lose my concentration.
My thoughts are running away, disappear,
Go to emigration.
The brass horns blow,
I don't like military music.
So I wipe the lipstick from my lips.
And I wipe the sweat from my palms.
Don't go out anywhere,
From locked apartments.
People are running, people are running,
People run away, people leave.
People are running, people are running,
People are running, people are leaving.
The brass horns are blowing,
I don't like military music.

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