The air tastes different and another arc in the sky,
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March of dry sand, winner through the meadows
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The end of an era is moving into a hot phase,
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We carry all the same living news in our bosoms
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We bring to the townsfolk that shit on these fables
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Seizure neighs and gushes food from the mouth
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But at night the burden glows from under the fibers,
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The views from the very bottom of the boarded-up windows glow.
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Those who are looking for, who are thirsty for answers withered
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They reach for the fire in the wasteland, freeze and listen,
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The panorama above the flame is painfully clear:
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During the day we see in reality, at night on the other side of sleep,
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We see how abscesses and ulcers have long been overripe,
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Dead branches tearfully pray for crowns even in April,
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Water in the faults boils defying law and light,
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The vent pulsates, makes immunity,
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Whisper about this time through peoples and countries,
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Falcons and owls carry the hoarse cries of shamans,
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While food clogs keyboard buttons,
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Cities acquire a flaming lampshade.
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Cries for mercy, feasts, marauding slaughter,
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This purulent wound must be washed and cauterized.
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Who does not want to breathe to the full before death,
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Who does not jump into the fire, for money and a vacuum cleaner,
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Who grabs the arrows of fate, on the fly, proud of the burns,
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Whoever throws his life to help the drowning,
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He will save the family, stronger than any element,
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And on the legends about himself will bring up new people,
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Then the glacier of new eras will come guardian,
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And blue haze will outline her stubborn hut.
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She loves cosmically, will and memory are like a stone,
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And under her palm, the chips will be taken by the flame.
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Clear water, cliffs of brotherly shoulders,
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In the torn world, the heat of search and meetings,
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Our prices have been corrected, with a hand from the outside,
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You know what's useless and what's worth now.
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Clear water, cliffs of brotherly shoulders,
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In the torn world, the heat of search and meetings,
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Our prices have been corrected, with a hand from the outside,
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You know what's useless and what's always valuable.
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Today everything will end, as all eras fade,
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Until midnight I heard someone's menacing voice from above,
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Ice will take cities, the last drop of light,
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Ask yourself now: “How did you live before that?
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What kind of hero was he? |
Inhabitant of what places?
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On the scales of good and evil, in which direction is the advantage?
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What have you done on earth? |
Was he a traveler and a warrior?
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Or was your pathetic carcass worth nothing?
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In the eyes of those who pray for help, the flame shines,
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We must survive and build a new world for children,
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Through icy winds through a thousand nights
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Carry them their strength on a shoulder that has grown stronger from battles,
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At the turn of the century, we will argue with death
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Let's join hands and write a legend in history
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From all corners of the earth, so that this flame can be seen,
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And if you die here, then die as winners.
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Clear water, cliffs of brotherly shoulders,
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In the torn world, the heat of search and meetings,
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Our prices have been corrected, with a hand from the outside,
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You know what's useless and what's worth now.
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Clear water, cliffs of brotherly shoulders,
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In the torn world, the heat of search and meetings,
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Our prices have been corrected, with a hand from the outside,
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You know what's useless and what's always valuable. |