Текст "Группы крови" на английском

Blood type

It’s such a warm place, but there in the street, where footprints are waited for.
Star dusted boots, sparkle and shine.
Here are the shepards and upholster chair, dozen dreams below the bright sun orb.
The trigger untouched, when it was the right time.

Chorus:
My blood type mark is on the sleeve,
There is my ordinal number mark on the sleeve.
Wish me now some luck in the fight,
Say now, say...
I won’t stay in this field of green,
I won’t stay in this field of green.
Wish me now to be lucky,
Say now, say: “Be lucky!”

I’m able to pay, but I never want a triumph at any price.
I never want someone’s chest lying under my foot.
I would rather stay here with you, just to stay here with you.
But a star which is high in the skies still gives me the route.