The Blood Type

VERSE 1
A pretty good place,
       let's finish this race
               but it's time to make your move,
The fine virgin stardust
               waits for your boots.
The chair is soft,
       the chimney is warmed,
               the cherished dream is proved,
The trigger pull
               is waiting to shoot

CHORUS 1
The blood type and the number
               are on your hand,
Your full ordinal number
               is on your hand.
Should I even
       believe in your truth
Should I even
       believe in your truth
You say, “Go
       and fight for this land”,
You say, “Go
       and die for this land”,
Say it so
       I believe in your truth
Say it so
       I believe in your truth
Your truth …

VERSE 2
Here is the aim,
       I have to pay,
               the winning is worth the price.
But I hate to aim
               for anyone's gain.
I want to stay,
       I curse this way,
               I want to close my eyes,
But the star in the sky
               repeats what you say.

CHORUS 2
The blood type and the number
               are on my hand,
My full ordinal number
               is on my hand.
I should even
       believe in your truth
I should even
       believe in your truth
You told, “Go
       and fight for this land”,
You told, “Go
       and die for this land”,
You said like
       I believed in your truth
You said like
       I believed in your truth
My truth …

(по мотивам песни Виктора Цоя "Группа крови")