¡Forward, Russia! - Thirteen lyrics

Choose life We all can lean on figures and crutches It's such an easy thing to do when you're so unaware We all can change our tegument's function Replace the outer shell with something more neoteric We all can lean on figures and crutches A busy wife-child losing all her selfish memory Will only lean on figures and crutches Become a child and plastic surgeon Let her go Yelled the occupied pharaohs A lucky soul Who just so happened to break out She took the corner way And in the event of that the normal result should fail... If you won't blink at me, I'm coming If you want to be something new, I'm coming If you won't blink at me, I'm coming And I won't breathe at all Until you blink at me, I'm coming If you want to be something new, I'm coming If you won't blink at me, I'm coming And I won't breathe until We all can lean on figures and crutches The politburos will expect their free lunches And all the prison guards rely on their hunches But we're a**ured of the existence of a better way: We all can lean on figures and crutches Replace our hearts And if you won't blink at me, I'm coming If you want to be something new, I'm coming If you won't blink at me, I'm coming And I won't breathe at all Until you blink at me, I'm coming If you want to be something new, I'm coming If you won't blink at me, I'm coming And I won't breathe until You're strolling down the pavement If you won't blink at me, I'm coming If you want to be something new, I'm coming If you won't blink at me, I'm coming And I won't breathe at all Until you blink at me, I'm coming If you want to be something new, I'm coming If you won't blink at me, I'm coming And I won't breathe at all