Over the next December, May
Man is chasing like crazy
A hundred missed opportunities remain behind us
Someone points out every now and then
In the frost or in the heat, in winter, in summer
Chances of being missed are so many
And someone is right, but after all

We're still playing green
We're not dying yet
One more morning
We'll bounce off the wall
Still spring rains
Awaken sward green
Winter garbage
At spring bonfires will burn

We're still playing green
Our eyes are still burning
They will bow to us yet
Those who threatened with their finger
We may be in trouble
but at the bottom of despair
Not yet, not long

So let's not worry because eventually
We don't stick to one
It is important to at least once a month
Hope dictation
In the heart of the place
Make a note of the letters
And keep quiet
Such simple words

We're still playing green
We're not dying yet
Ours will still come true
Beautiful days, dreams, plans
Let's not give in
Premature unrest
Let's be like old sparrows
Which fear are not afraid

We're still playing green
Though many temples are gray
Still salt will be wise
And just oil
Different ways lead us
But the one who tears into the abyss
Not yet, not long

We're still playing green
The will to live is not a bad thing for us
Even in the attic, everyone glues broken wings
And Icarus thinks to himself
It has fallen more than once
As if blowing healthy
I would fly again

We're still playing green
Although life bothers us
We play our roles in it
Naturalists without a souffler
We play various plays
But in what will end badly
Not yet, not long

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