| In the evening, harsh rocks
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| A gray wave caresses.
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| I know that you are tired of waiting
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| And again today alone.
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| How my day ended on the fifth
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| Enough strength for the sixth,
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| But I'm not the last, but I'm not the last
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| But I'm not the last hero.
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| And at midnight treacherous shadows
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| And the moon comes out into the jungle.
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| Broken knees to blood
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| And the back is torn off.
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| Why am I tempted by whales
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| And this hard game.
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| 'Cause I'm not the last, 'cause I'm not the last
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| After all, I'm not the last hero.
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| Islands…
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| The wind blows away the words
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| Wet firewood is burning.
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| Islands…
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| The wind blows the words, but for now
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| Heart beats - hope is alive.
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| Let the well-fed laugh
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| Over those who are exhausted and weak.
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| Over the one who cooked the poisonous
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| Broth of frogs and toads.
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| Might be useful for someone
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| Eating tree bark
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| But I'm not the last, but I'm not the last
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| But I'm not the last hero.
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| Islands…
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| The wind blows away the words
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| Wet firewood is burning.
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| Islands…
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| The wind blows the words, but for now
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| Heart beats - hope is alive.
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| I cry at night, my dear
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| I sleep on the damp earth.
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| I cry at night, my dear
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| After all, I'm not the last hero.
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| I will perish on the twenty-first day,
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| Or maybe twenty-two.
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| 'Cause I'm not the last, 'cause I'm not the last
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| After all, I'm not the last hero.
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| 'Cause I'm not the last, 'cause I'm not the last
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| After all, I'm not the last hero. |