Звезда по имени Солнце (весь текст) Разбор первого (и кто знает, может, не последнего) в моей истории Цоя завершен🥳😉🤗. Весь текст: Snow is white, ice is gray Ground cracked due to burning sun Like a patchwork the city stays Looped by highways and almost gone Clouds fly in the sky Turning beams into yellow haze And the city continues to live More than two thousand years Spent under feeble light of the thing we call Sun Star All these long years we are at war Of no reason and even no cause Who are young need it probably more To avoid any wrinkles or prose Their blood turns to be truly red In an hour, of blood is no sign In two hours, the grass turns green In three hours, it's totally fine Warmed and cared again by the beams of the thing we call Sun Star And we know it was always the case That the fortune favors the brave Those who have other values to chase And die young, but never a slave Yes or No is a word not for them Neither titles nor ranks they respect But they can reach unreachable star Feeling it as no dream, but a fact And fall down being totally burnt by the thing we call Sun Star #звездапоименисолнце