I am writing to you, I am writing you a letter
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I ask you, read not jokingly
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I would have written earlier, but alas, I could not:
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I was disturbed by the sand that fell from the calendar
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There are fireworks in the envelope, and a bit of fire
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I give it to you, seize the moment
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And when it's time
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Set it on fire, let it burn
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As long as my caravan of sea carriages
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Still on the road, and not a reef
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The crew has grown old, but has not weakened the agility
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The tariff has grown again, for tobacco with tavern
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On the sides of milk, the city is full of teenagers
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On the balconies in stripes, aloe fades, the greenhouse does not bloom
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And what would we, old friend
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I'll get tired of legitimizing the blues taboo
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Those who know you and me will fall,
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And the fetters will fall from us and behold
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We are on the move again with a burrow to the chest, beards to toe
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Heads up, proud as falcons and naked as dirt
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The backs are again shot with a stab wound, and the hands are in panthenol
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Though gold in the mouth, their messiah Abaddon and Louis Vuitton,
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And Krom or Poseidon will sit at your table
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May we never read tarot
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But, I don't see a reason to draw a line for half a year
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I don't see the shroud and moat, I don't see my epilogue
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And the raven does not cry behind Edgar Allan Poe
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So, I'll probably stay for a couple more minutes
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A couple of hours, well, a couple of days, a couple of years, maybe
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I do not pull the rubber of the century, but I took the reins,
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And you spark, come on soon, I want to see burning
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Tight-skinned scours. |
Know!
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Everything will be fine with us, we will hardly be summed up
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So, they broke the spine and nothing more
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The smell of burning from the basement, the wick is set on fire
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Again felt the pulse, so alive
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Just don't forget to do it
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Let nothing remain
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And even stone upon stone
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Let the skeletons sparkle with domes
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Above the tops of temples and buildings
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Where they tried to slow you down and pull you back
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Let it burn, shimmer, ring
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You and I have an inexhaustible limit, can you imagine?
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You only strike a match. |
Your world will be different...
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Fuck tibidoh, big bada boom
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We seem to be going through the herd
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Everything rolls with brilliance, fire. |
Blood-boiling water
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Reaching the places where you live in the jaws of the subway
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There is no cellular connection here
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A kind of ballast: I want to hit
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Into the forest as a savage, where I will build my own amusement park!
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Give me a branch and dirt, I'm not going in vain with decadence together
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And let the cult, or the Vatican, follow us
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Or just dust, storms, clouds. |
Schools of houris go
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Or there, near the lighthouse, evil gargoyles in the ponds
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Waiting for the fool |
I want to walk on straight legs
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I want to walk on straight legs |