Along the path along the path we go to the green forest
And we will pull a volleyball net and make it summer
This train is rushing into the distance and we can't catch up with it
Each white pawn looking at itself in the mirror sees itself as a queen. We always see what we want in the reflection
Gatherings in the evening, we discuss the latest news
The greatness and beauty of the universe, in which we, the eternal wanderers of the cosmos