| The colossus was all clay, not only to the waist
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| And fell down from heaven like a cut ear
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| The scythe found on a stone, it has already happened in the past
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| Steel, in this darkness, turned out to be stronger than lies,
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| And they shouted to me “Hey, don’t touch! |
| Listen, this is ours!
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| Yes, I don't mind choking on your porridge
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| Those giants that were the first to fall the hardest,
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| And the young, who have not yet tasted
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| They smear themselves with mud, climb further onto pedestals
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| Stupid blacks, stupid whites, yes you got it
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| Not to understand what you are doing, henceforth
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| I want to give you a turn from AK,
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| But you've been there for a long time already, carpenter
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| The sly one sat on the simpleton, drives the fool
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| Children are deceived, adults do not believe in anything,
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| And the beast, meanwhile, impatiently scratches at the door
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| Bright light divides the track into parts
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| Everyone rushes in search of happiness
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| Trusting moths
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| We are like moths, like moths
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| Without slowing down in the opposite direction
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| Stupidity destroys the careless early
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| Lights beckon slyly
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| Lights beckon slyly
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| If a tree does not bear fruit, it is cut down in the fall
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| And you can reach the heavens even with the closed sign
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| Behind this door, I know, they will ask for everything
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| “And how can only the earth wear me like that?!”
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| The flesh is stupid, the body is for the parasite
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| Alas, helpless if not inhabited by the spirit
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| Don't trust me, trust the one who died for us
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| What inside the delta does not see a keen eye
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| (Us) The demons confused us, painting the cross on the altars
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| They drew a crossed out Latin with
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| Scaring Stalin, Hitler, selling us poison in liters
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| We created our own microcosm in each
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| A fool sees less, a fool pays twice
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| There is an antidote, I will not get tired of repeating it
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| Even if there are more of these vampires
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| Than silver bullets in my bandolier
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| Bright light divides the track into parts
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| Everyone rushes in search of happiness
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| Trusting moths
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| We are like moths, like moths
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| Without slowing down in the opposite direction
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| Stupidity destroys the careless early
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| Lights beckon slyly
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| Lights beckon slyly
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| Bright light divides the track into parts
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| Everyone rushes in search of happiness
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| Trusting moths
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| We are like moths, like moths
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| Without slowing down in the opposite direction
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| Stupidity destroys the careless early
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| Lights beckon slyly
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| Lights beckon slyly |