You need a war and so that we call to battle,
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you know, satan, she's always with me.
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If I could let you into my ribs,
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you would, scratching back, blind with fear, brother.
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There are your wives, mothers, daughters, sisters
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beds whisper to me - how sharp you are.
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I go to the podium over the corpses across the square,
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I cut you all out stupidly - it's easier that way.
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I am an occupier, I am a partisan, a soldier under oath,
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I am a self-proclaimed tyrant, chieftain with a gang.
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I dropped a bomb in the medical battalion - fly, landmine,
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on the bell tower beat the alarm Tambov, Donbass.
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Preventive sweeps, Makhno's carts,
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the execution goes according to the lists, Kolchak goes to the bottom.
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The winter road to the heart winds through the forest,
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I can't get warm - we're losing him.
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Rejoice like a child
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- only tears and bile
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Flying between the clouds
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- just cut and burn
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Just say "I'm sorry"
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- every word is a lie
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Just carry your cross
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- in each palm a knife
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Angel to help you
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- demons are my friends
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There's a family in heaven
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in prayer.
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The heavenly sower scatters seeds
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to call to himself all the earthly tribes.
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Laughing birds, the eye is a flame, the beak is a hunchback,
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never sleep from Sinai to the Carpathians.
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The sprout strangles the loach, embracing it carefully,
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the clumsy boulder does not give water,
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and fingers pull roots through empty eye sockets
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human laws, rules, principles.
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The rib of the rebel, the jaw of the king, the collarbone of the executioner -
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if collected, we get a giant-strongman.
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He will be above the clouds, but he will not see the light,
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his eyes are lifeless, like snow on the peaks.
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Look, on the skull of Adam, the blood of the last victim,
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look who was the last, still became the first.
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And now, with a leaf of tender seed, it pierced the sternum,
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and man became closer to heaven, closer than the peaks.
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Rejoice like a child
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- only tears and bile
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Flying between the clouds
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- just cut and burn
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Just say "I'm sorry"
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- every word is a lie
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Just carry your cross
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- in each palm a knife
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Angel to help you
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- demons are my friends
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There's a family in heaven
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in prayer.
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Angel to help you
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there's a family in heaven
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in prayer. |