The cautious ones scattered the brushwood of ideas.
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They rang the alarm, the cities are burning!
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And children were sent to put out the fire.
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Frank stretched the truth of the fur.
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They judge and judge who is to blame for what,
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And they do not see sin in themselves.
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And above it all the sky.
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Just touch the cloud
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The edge of fragrant bread,
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Coarse salt palm.
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And over the sky of centuries
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Smooth running without end.
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And the change of millennia
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Only the smile of the creator.
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And we are still looking for the enemy, we are getting along with the horns to the icon, we are burning with a fight!
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Who is responsible for what? |
All masters to expose. |
Oh Third Rome!
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Up! |
From the earth! |
To approach the Mountain distance, bowing to the cross!
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Prayer in the heart to ignite Joy Sorrow!
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The doomed knelt in a ring.
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They pour soot and fuel oil on each other,
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To not be recognized in person.
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Inconspicuous under themselves blinded the law.
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For the people they carry a harness and collar,
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Yes, they leave through the cordon.
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And above it all the sky.
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Just touch the cloud
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The edge of fragrant bread,
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Coarse salt palm.
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And over the sky of centuries
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Smooth running without end.
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And the change of millennia
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Only the smile of the creator.
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And we are still looking for the enemy, we are getting along with the horns to the icon, we are burning with a fight!
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Who is responsible for what? |
All masters to expose. |
Oh Third Rome!
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Up! |
From the earth! |
To approach the Mountain distance, bowing to the cross!
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Prayer in the heart to ignite Joy Sorrow! |