| Am I in a dream or is the dream in me? |
| D G Whatever one may say, there is nothing important Em Am
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| In a cloud country. |
| D Em My schizo-winged airplane, Em Am Drop me, blow back! |
| D G You see - dead hope closed Em Am Blue eyes. |
| D Em We are descending, brothers, Am Hey, answer me, who is still alive there in Russia! |
| D Em Reception, Reception. |
| Em What strange motors - Am Water, fire and wind together. |
| D G Em
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| Smoke over the strip, not a light, Am D,
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| But our sky is letting out the landing gear. |
| Em First, answer! |
| First answer! |
| Welcome! |
| Am D Em
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| Eyes frozen to death to the panorama
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| Bare rocks, gray winters.
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| Ice on the eyepieces, crawling over the mountains
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| Crosses on the sight.
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| Rushing, rushing mad hare,
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| Like a stream - ford the sky ...
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| Such a dubak that it immediately freezes to the feet
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| Star Silver.
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| They bring vats full of mash
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| Well done - goy thou!
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| Something lingers in the morning
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| Whipping tramps
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| Muddy your elixir.
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| Their pale horses are waiting in the field,
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| Huddled in herds -
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| After all, soon the werewolves in law will go on a long journey,
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| Children of the full moon.
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| Boats and plows have been trodden
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| A clear path to heaven.
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| A clumsy hymn to his forgotten Tortuga
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| Corsair exhales.
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| Remember the old feeling
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| Light in the eyes, poison in the blood,
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| And get on your knees, and moon ginseng
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| To poison your sadness. |