Sunrise all routes
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Burnt by gray people
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snowshoe pedestrians and
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Their wives, ice axes
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On the hunt children of blizzards
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Infantry on the paths is tight
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Steamboats prostrate
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They stand with kayaks
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Tour-rocks on crimson
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Path from pain and mercury
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Hoodie hides demons
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Many-armed idols
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Truth seekers muddy the water
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Undine cries over the body
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Who did not see the lighthouse from afar
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Look, you see the horizon
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What about him? |
He either ripples or fades
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Well, hurry up, my friend. |
Drop the excess
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Someone follows us through
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Light drizzle and caustic sand is no reason
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Hills and swell near the high-rise forests
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Air from the windows - frost on the sedge
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Like liquid nitrogen
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And all you knew was a dream, a veil
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House not drawn by you
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Behind us, virgin soil has fallen,
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But there will be no resonance
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Trust me, they don't care. |
We are now both above and outside
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It is a fact. |
We are not the same only by name
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So don't worry, everyone will get an equal hearse
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Or a veterinarian can help. |
And no, I don't know
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What in the horizon is its whiteness
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I see only fate as dilapidated buildings
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Compressed and crumpled, collapsed, frozen
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Miracles if we break away from them behind the forests
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They press behind the cavalry knights, mountain lions,
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And on the throne behind them is a gray-haired queen
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Light escapes to the capital, here it was generally sprinkled
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This does not mean that it is necessary to bring down immediately,
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But it clearly hints that it is necessary to bring down,
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And the lighthouse is burning ahead, here it is, the light is far away, the guests
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Bon voyage, debts set to zero, you are a tourist everywhere
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The current is stuck here, so hare play up
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Well, get up and go!
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Sunrise all routes
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Burnt by gray people:
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snowshoe pedestrians and
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Their wives, ice axes
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On the hunt children of blizzards
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Infantry on the paths is tight
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Steamboats prostrate
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They stand with kayaks
|
Tour-rocks on crimson
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Path from pain and mercury
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Hoodie hides demons
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Many-armed idols
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Truth seekers muddy the water
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Undine cries over the body
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Who did not see the lighthouse from afar
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I run into the light, fly away
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Away from the dunes and the mainland, we are not expected there,
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And then they kill, put oil into the river and set it on fire
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Bonfires make a beautiful ornament
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Bitter brut on blue lips
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From how many blizzards are your barricades
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Collapse like a bale of dust in bags?
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How young is how stupid
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Comfort is not a friend, proof under footnotes
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We are hand fed by escort services
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Forgotten delight, remember the groove
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The earth trembles and trembles
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Buzzing sound
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A generation is running after me
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Sunrise all routes
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Burnt by gray people:
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snowshoe pedestrians and
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Their wives, ice axes
|
On the hunt children of blizzards
|
Infantry on the paths is tight
|
Steamboats prostrate
|
They stand with kayaks
|
Tour-rocks on crimson
|
Path from pain and mercury
|
Hoodie hides demons
|
Many-armed idols
|
Truth seekers muddy the water
|
Undine cries over the body
|
Who did not see the lighthouse from afar |