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Football (translated from Russian) Written by Alexey Ryskin / Andre Temkin The white leaves are fallen and fallen And dissolving right in her hands The shadows are raising up and vanishing like birds You are watching them from the next door trolley The smoke of the cigarette is so sweet and even pleasant Like the voice of her footsteps, like the smell of her hugs, Like shadow on her lips, like a fabric on a figure Like wind in her eyes, just like rustle of the wheels Haven't you thought about it, when it all was getting started? That we will stand up at the different sides of the "BARRICADE" But I don't mean the theater where we used to watch movies I mean that well-known metal fence We had played football on the open summer playgrounds Danced in gyms, sang to each other in kitchens Smoked, loved, waited, not waited, met Hit the road in the night, went to sleep in the morning. |