| Our life is vanity, live at least up to a hundred years. |
| Up to a hundred years, up to a hundred years
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| Vanity, maeta, whoever you are, will get it. |
| Wherever you are, you will get
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| Maybe just don't, don't be afraid. |
| Do not be afraid
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| Fortresses and doors, kings and clowns. |
| Kings and clowns
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| Who is the fisherman, who is the catch, and who is the net - will life explain to us, will it explain?
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| Just what did you drop? |
| Ah, what have you fallen? |
| Ah, what have you fallen?
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| There was a free soul, although the body was locked. |
| And now the body is free
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| And the soul, not free, burned with grief and wanted revenge
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| Oh, how our fantasies, in essence, are frail, modest and dull,
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| But without gold, there is no power to embody them. |
| Even them, there is no strength
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| We despise gold, not having it. |
| Without it,
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| And we will see, at least once, and we will go dumb with happiness. |
| We are numb from happiness
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| We despise gold, not having it. |
| Without it,
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| And we will see, at least once, and we will go dumb with happiness. |
| We are numb from happiness |