| Our Hellas has a completely different Olympiad -
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| Eternal pole vaulting over the fissures of hell
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| Far from having to fight for medals
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| On the concrete shore to the thrown Olympians
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| The new day will be the most precious of prizes
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| Pulling yourself out of the bottom for a while
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| Ticket without a name for a plane without a ladder:
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| We promote and throw our startups higher
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| Aboriginal block reservations
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| From childhood, we break out of the environment
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| Here he lived to forty - already a champion
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| The pumped pelvis crowns the pantheon here
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| Offerings to heaven are placed on the tables here
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| Pleasures limit - weekend barbecue
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| Someone leaves the game through the loop
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| And not finding a hatch around on the surface
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| On panel islands from an early age
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| At night we see dreams about the mainland
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| After running up to six inside the wheel
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| We rip rags for sails
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| No one has found a way out
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| Come up with your own exit
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| This is not a Truman show
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| This is the Last Hero.
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| No one has found a way out
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| Come up with your own exit
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| This is not a Truman show
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| This is the Last Hero.
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| Sacred bonfires are visible from afar, ritual paint on the skin
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| Today is your dedication, what will you offer?
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| Our shaman is feared in the valley of skeletons
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| Ritual dances here in olympics and sneakers
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| Here, like ten centuries ago
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| The weak will be seized by fear, the strong will catch the excitement
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| Enough health from Monday to Friday
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| To mercilessly drive a mammoth to stakes in offices?
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| This is an initiation rite, ancient and important.
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| Here they respect the deity in a paper wallet
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| In the evening on the bench sorcerers and priests
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| If you have change and tobacco, then it's better to take a nap
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| Lost tribe, like a fairy-tale monster
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| We sincerely believe that the sun was created here for us
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| Erasing our fingers, we make fire without matches -
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| On an invisible chain holds custom by the throat
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| On panel islands from an early age
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| At night we see dreams about the mainland
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| After running up to six inside the wheel
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| We rip rags for sails
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| No one has found a way out
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| Come up with your own exit
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| This is not a Truman show
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| This is the Last Hero.
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| No one has found a way out
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| Come up with your own exit
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| This is not a Truman show
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| This is the Last Hero. |