there is no any trouble on my side of a street no time to die in my mind
a had seen her in green grass in blue garden of my glory she was happy once again once again in my brain
when we'll be falling in dry sand head by head, soldier by soldier who'd show me right signs of bad times comes? and when we'll be laying in a bed hand in hand, shoulder by shoulder who'd show me right signs of good times starts?
and at the end of your or my lifes who'd show me right signs of time to die?