Where on earth, the sky spreads like a white shroud,
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Where to the fire, kilometers of untrodden paths,
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I passed, leaving the apocrypha a fiction,
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The pain of torn strings and the confusion of abandoned stanzas.
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How Rus bridled the branches of the rivers, the nomadic east in the saddles of the west.
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On occasion, the snow led the distemper to cool down the sun after midnight.
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Chorus:
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In the blue of Onega and Ladoga,
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In the honey of lingonberries and clover,
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Into the joy of rain and rainbow
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Baptizes the world to become the North.
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How to collect everything that was scattered by turmoil?
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How to convey if everyone is their own head?
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I was lucky to see eternity behind every minute.
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Live for the time being, turning your blood into words.
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About the native land, about broken foreheads, about the path to the top, word by word.
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Raise me up to the sky in your arms, rest the awkward star.
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Chorus:
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In the blue of Onega and Ladoga,
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In the honey of lingonberries and clover,
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Into the joy of rain and rainbow
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Baptizes the world to become the North.
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In the blue of Onega and Ladoga,
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In the honey of lingonberries and clover,
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Into the joy of rain and rainbow
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Baptizes the world to become the North.
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Become the North.
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Become the North.
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Become the North. |