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!
  
  CHORUS