| 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! |