| In the ocean of my soul I created a new strange world,
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| where I can fly among saint-planets. |
| Fire of red stars is cold!
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| In the sea, where the time is off, octopus Rachmaninoff
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| Wrote Symphony number three,
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| When in Atlantis all the light becomes free!
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| Hey! |
| Listen to tv and the fucking radio!
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| This is not what you’re waiting for?!
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| Even Neptune becomes fool like never before,
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| In his TV young fish is like whore!
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| let the music sound in my heart!
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| these notes on paper as a great art!
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| What’s at the bottom of the ocean happened?
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| What has happened? |
| What has happened?
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| Good and bad we must to split!
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| Are you ready? |
| FUCK THIS SHIT!
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| Pop music eats their little minds,
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| But in this fight I’m not ready to surrender!
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| That’s why Viktor Pelevin in each story says FUCK! |
| As Kurt Cobain’s fender!
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| That night I overheard a night dream of God,
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| And wrote the music that you have never heard!
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| It’s so cool!
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| And when I dream, my music draws the purest light blue sky.
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| The ocean of my soul becomes my home… I don’t know, why?
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| And my soul fucks with the universe! |
| in tears of real happiness are my eyes!
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| Check out these beautiful low sounds!
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| Pop singers, you know, I fuck your mouths! |