death of hope

Chapter 1032 "Psionic Storm" (106) A Song of Youth

The gang leader took all the wounded soldiers to the hospital, while the nightclub remained open for business.

The cleaners were very efficient; the teeth and bloodstains on the floor disappeared, and the broken tables, chairs, and cups were replaced with new ones.

The street boss finally suffered a setback, a feat considered a hero's achievement by the patrons. This brawl unintentionally gave many people a sense of satisfaction.
The "Shogunate Gang" had been committing crimes in the neighborhood for too long and had many enemies. People kept coming to Box 8 to offer cigarettes, drinks, and flowers.
Looking at the table laden with expensive cigarettes and liquor, the two bearded men exclaimed, "Good heavens, there's so much! Even if I drank my liver off, I still couldn't finish it all..."

No sooner had she finished speaking than the loudspeaker blared again, and someone requested a song for booth number 8—a really energetic death metal tune. Takiya Rimi tapped her foot to the rhythm of the song.

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"What lousy song! Too noisy! Too cheesy! Too jarring!" Paul complained, covering his ears. "The parties in our base area are much more fun than this..."

"Trying to look sophisticated, huh! Everyone else likes it, but you're the only one making a fuss!" Sergei scolded. "Pretentious! If you think it sounds awful, sing it yourself!"

“I sing much better than that!” Paul protested. “I won the Golden Microphone Award at the last base area party!”

"Then let's do it! Talk is cheap!" said Tonya, slightly tipsy.
"Since you lost at cards, according to the rules of the base, you should go on stage and perform a show."

"One more! One more!" Ando Shuichi chimed in.

“Hey Lingdao, don’t spoil the fun,” Nikolai chuckled, encouraging them. “You don’t have a terrible voice, do you?”

"Stop it!" Paul tilted his head; "I'll sing! I'll sing, okay? Like the one that won the award at the last party,"

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Paul walked across the dance floor, went up the stairs to the platform, and greeted the DJ and sound engineer.

He took an old guitar from the wall, tuned it with a rustic tune, carried it down, stood in the center of the stage, and sang a song by a rock singer from the revolutionary base area in his hometown dialect: Объятияотца, слезыматеривоенныемашинынаулице, ждут, когдамыотправимсявпуть…

(Dad's embrace, Mom's tears, the troop carrier is on the street, waiting for us to set off...)
Такойясныйденьпоявляетсятольковослепительныхснах…

(Such a bright and sunny day only appears in dazzling dreams...)
Янебоюсьжертв,ноцена,которуюмыплатим,ужеслишкомвысока…

(I'm not afraid of sacrifice, but the price we've paid has already been too high...)
Янехочу, чтобыкто-тобылобделендругими
(I don't want anyone to be trampled on by others)
Янехочу, чтобымоисапогилежалинагрудикого-то, янехочу, чтобыязастрелилеговголову.
(I don't want to step on someone's chest with my boots, I don't want to blow their head off with a bullet.)
Яхочутолькобытьстобой…

(I just want to be with you...)
Ниодинизнаснехочетпокидатьтёплыйдом, ноунаснетвыбора, дорогой…

(None of us want to leave our warm home, but we have no choice, dear…)
Наманжетахнапечатанмойгруппакрови, напогонах—мойномер.
(My blood type is printed on the cuffs, and my serial number is printed on the epaulets.)
Наметаллическойбиркевыгравированомоеимя, впатроннойсумкеспрятанатвояфотография…

(My name is engraved on the metal tag, and your photo is stuffed in the bullet pouch...)
Пустьмнеповезетвбою, пустьянеупадувгрязныхокопах.
(May I be lucky in battle, and not fall in the muddy trenches.)
Пожалуйста, пожелаймнеудачи, товарищ, пожалуйста, пожелаймнеудачи…

(Please wish me luck, Z, please wish me luck...)
【Note 1】

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As the last note faded, thunderous applause and constant whistles erupted from the audience, and the wealthy woman who had previously shown interest in Paul waved her glow stick and shouted excitedly.

In Box 8, Tonya shed tears, Nikolai remained silent, and Trist was ashen-faced.

The others drank one cup after another.
Get yourself drunk...

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[Note 1]; (The lyrics of this chapter are adapted from the song "Gruppakrov" by rock singer Viktor Tsoi. Readers are recommended to listen to it.)