One loves rock, the other loves juice
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And the third one goes through wonderland,
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And the fourth one sings about three or four.
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But what is the use of this? |
What is the use of this?
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We used to have so many rooms
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Full of people, full of ideas.
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And now - nothing, only the fish rots
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From the heads of fascist children.
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Children of minutes will never understand
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Clock cycle.
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And they will come to the threshold, and break the door,
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And they will split the scales.
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They do not believe in the victory of good over evil,
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As in the victory of evil over good.
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They know they only have a gray day.
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And they want to live this day.
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Children minutes.
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And one keeps shouting, and the other is silent,
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Well, the third sticks out, hammering bolts.
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And the cops broke off the horns of the car that was going east.
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And I would like to ask why and why
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Did you hang a gold medal on your chest?
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Everyone in this room thinks the same as you,
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And you look into the distance, you look into the distance.
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And I would like to know why
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So easily you exchanged the sea for a basin?
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But my friends immediately answered me in chorus:
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You are not with us, which means you are against us.
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But if this is a problem, then it is so small,
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If this is a task, then it is so easy.
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These are the children of minutes breaking the door,
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Not noticing that there is no lock on it.
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The streets are waiting for your tears
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The streets are waiting for your tears. |