the fire of guns is overflowing, stars, stars, peraleski, uspamina, uzyshli praleski, patterns of the ground. i will go into song, apples will not greet autumn, stars will fall into the grass, while songs will sound on earth, in every song i live again, and bring down the fishpond. if there is blue water, the leaves will tease in the wind while they are on the ground. there is love, i won’t die , friends, i won’t die , let the streams rush into the valley, let them wake up in the gardens, nightingales, i love this life, that’s all my songs, i sing for the sake of this love, you do not believe in my dumbness, even if i suddenly fall, even if i leave, i will not go into the ground, i will not go into the ground. i will go into song, and the blue rain will fall, the leaves will reflect in the wind, as long as love exists on earth, i will not die, friends, and the blue rain will fall, the leaves will shake in the wind. and as long as there is love on earth, i will not die, friends, i will not die, and as long as love exists on earth, i will not die, friends, i will not die. the carcasses