Hungry dreams of mid-April
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The game is not for life, but for death.
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Broken faces, empty week
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You will have something to see.
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When they climb out of the dens
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Shards of broken comets.
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You could take your place
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But he is no more.
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The shells are torn, as before;
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But you are not used to backing down.
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Melody of minefields
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The road to where again
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Everything goes on again
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And repeats again
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Here, millions believe that this is love.
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Melt water, the first streams.
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Someone was running away in the icy night.
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It was, but it has passed, erased for centuries.
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No dreams left, only shores
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From dried up rivers and former heat.
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From dried up rivers and former heat.
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Soldiers climb on the roofs -
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All the king's men.
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On the holiday of the First of May
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In the evening they will shoot.
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Yesterday on the street of the world
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In the afternoon it snowed again.
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Who saw it - he knows
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That there is no past...
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There are children crying behind the wall,
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There is someone's delirium outside the window,
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Decades of pain
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Five heroic years.
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Now it's different here
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And I don't remember when
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I suddenly woke up and realized -
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You are my only one.
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Melt water, the first streams.
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Someone was running away in the icy night.
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It was, but it has passed, erased for centuries.
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No dreams left, only trains
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In the country of railways and eternal ice.
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In the country of railways and eternal ice.
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Hunchbacked grave shines,
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Heroes shine a star.
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And every day it's so quiet here;
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We usually have a war.
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For the right to be invited
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For the feast of ancient times.
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I don't understand what it is -
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Reality or dream.
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And let the wind sing inside
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And the rain beats behind the glass.
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I did everything very simply,
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And I knew that you would understand everything.
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According to their filthy calculations
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We screwed up again.
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It doesn't matter who will remember
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What matters is who knows.
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Melt water, the first streams.
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Someone was running away in the icy night.
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It was, but it has passed, erased for centuries.
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No dreams left, only wires
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They are buzzing and calling us to other places.
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Where there is no beginning and no end. |