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Восьмерка, капо на первом ладу

When I leave, I’ll leave my dreams,
That can help remember me.
The blue smoke of spirit world
Will dissolve here silently.

Memories of wasted life,
Bag of treasure that I hold.
You are still being alive
In the grey and shapeless world.

I’ll lose this memory
Of sweet scent, that has the Death.
Mom, I must be going hell.
I’ll get it when I die.

At the edge, remember death,
Catch the light of fading days.
Never listen sound more
Of a chosen by fate ways.

I’ll not coming back to you
Anymore if I want to.
But you have me in your soul
After all, I live there now.

It is only be a dream
Feel the touch of your warm hand.
You will not remember me
When your life begins to end.

Five minutes or fifteen years?
Maybe you will die today.
Flying crowd of billion souls.
Everyone will Go away.

At the edge, remember death,
Catch the light of fading days.
Never listen sound more
Of a chosen by fate ways.