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I was called from another world
a voice that still hurts after a hundred years.
Suddenly the bright days returned
and the old yesterday is a new today.
Vodka burns brightly in us
and closer to the stars again.
So tanned and so hungry,
pennies in the pocket of worn-out trousers.
Friendship for eternity, brotherhood of blood,
dry eyelids, faded dreams.

Vodka burns brightly in us
and closer to the stars again.
Born to run,
they cannot stand still.

Young lions, a hungry herd rushing to the hunt.
Young lions, always tough, insensitive to pain.
Young lions, everyone knew that the world would be ours.
Young lions, oh how I miss you today.

Carnival ends again in the morning.
Airport in the rain, a diamond in the ashes.
Forget about these few lies.

You will not write, and I will not.

Vodka burns brightly in us
and closer again to the stars.

Born to run,
cannot stand still.

Young lions, a hungry herd rushing to hunt.

Young lions, always tough, insensitive to pain.

Born to run.

I burn my fingers with matches,
at night I look for old photos.
The pot of dreams is cooling,
how I feel, probably bad.

Young lions, a hungry herd rushing to hunt.

Young lions, always tough, insensitive to pain.
Young lions, everyone knew that the world would be ours.
Young lions, oh how I miss you today.

Young lions, fighters for life and death.
Oh, young lions, we were wasting our time sleeping.
Young lions, like torches gliding through the night.
Young lions, both the devil and the darkness fought for us.
Young lions, fighters for life and death.
Young lions, we didn't have time to sleep.

Young lions, fighters for life and death.