Виктор Цой — Группа крови

A warm place — outside they wait For the footprints of our feet. Stardust on my boots. A soft armchair, 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 remain in this grass, Not to remain in this grass. Wish me luck, Wish me luck.

And there is something to pay with, But I don't want victory at any cost. I don't want to put my foot on anyone's chest. I would like to stay with you, Just stay with you, But a star high in the sky Calls me to the road.

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