It's warm here but the streets are anxious for our footprints Stardust on our boots Cozy armchair with a checkered blanket But the trigger is being pulled off in time Sunny day in blazing dreams
CHORUS
The blood type is on my sleeve My number on my sleeve Wish me good lock in the battle Wish me not to remain here in this grass
I can pay but I do not want victory at any price I do not want to put my foot on somebody's chest I'd like to be with you, just stay with you But the star high in the sky calls me: go!
