You are like a hero of ancient writings, grin in the light of the moon,
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The winds fed the dust, the sorcerers fed the magic,
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They did not believe in you and do not believe in legends and fables,
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But the light radiated by you, in spite of the forecasts, does not go out,
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To spite the elements, when lightning flashed from heaven,
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You, forgetting about fear, rose directly to the stars of the earth.
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In those corridors of life where time seemed to freeze,
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You did not seek meaning, but you yourself became meaning!
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The house is the whole planet, it nourishes the sun with forces,
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Fate in harness, a chest of bronze breathes,
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There are already hundreds of us, voices are heard somewhere in the grotto,
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We tread our own land and cursed is the one who opposes!
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Rocks of concrete, body heat from sweaty work,
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And dozens of guiding ones are calling us directly from the sky.
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Balm for abrasions, bandages for wounds,
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This world has been changed and is being changed by people like you!
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We are saluted on the way, meteor showers,
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And our trajectory is always Earth - jerk - star!
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We are saluted on the way, meteor showers,
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And our trajectory is always Earth - jerk - star!
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Somehow not the weather guy for these latitudes,
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Undead in the window, and froze with her mouth open,
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Your move, and doubts are no longer conceivable,
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When you breathe in the power of winter.
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If a pulsation pushes blood from my wounds,
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And that means I'm alive, that means I refuse to give up.
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I can forbid myself, with a pawn I demolish their queen,
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So I am not a slave to this business, but a master.
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The neutrality of the slurry is one and there is little thick,
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Fate bends down quietly-moderately living!
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At the limit of myself, then through the limit,
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Tore the cocoon, was reborn, took off.
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Fall dead and wake up in a new essence,
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According to my personal recipe - evolution!
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Weak dust along the roadsides, light splashes from behind the clouds,
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Try to chase our lives!
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We are saluted on the way, meteor showers,
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And our trajectory is always Earth - jerk - star!
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We are saluted on the way, meteor showers,
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And our trajectory is always Earth - jerk - star! |