Upon of a cold earth
Stands a big city
Over there, the streetlights are shining
And the cars are honking
And over the city is the night
And over the night is the moon
Tonight, the moon is stained with blood
There's a house, the light is on
Through the window, see the great beyond
So where did it come from — sadness?

Seem to be alive and well
Seems I should live and let live
So where did it come from — sadness?"
Viktor Tsoi

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