Группа крови (gruppa krovi)

A warm place
But the streets are waiting for the prints of our feet
Stardust on my boots
A comfy chair, a checkered blanket
The trigger not pulled in time
A sunny day, in blinding dreams

Blood type on my sleeve
My serial number on my sleeve
Wish me luck in the fight, wish me
Not to stay in this grass
Not to stay in this grass
Wish me luck, wish me luck

And I have something to pay with, but I don’t want to
Win at any cost
I don’t want to step on anyone’s chest
I’d rather stay with you
Just stay with you
But the bright star in the sky calls me on my way

Blood type on my sleeve
My serial number on my sleeve
Wish me luck in the fight, wish me
Not to stay in this grass
Not to stay in this grass
Wish me luck, wish me luck