| I would like to die in my sleep.
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| Even under the snow, even under the summer rain.
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| Say it's not for the future
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| Say it's not on time
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| Yes, apparently, I can't wait.
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| Well, we took a little:
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| Melting snow - and that one is like water.
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| All the steep banks
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| A stormy river washes
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| They left the banks for haystacks.
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| And the market was to give torches a go,
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| To light up the night by morning.
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| Sitting by the stove
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| The wicks are lit
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| They took it out - everything goes out in the wind.
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| And on the porch is a heavy door,
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| And above it are golden domes.
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| Ay, take off, but don't fall,
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| For your friends, the abyss,
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| Yes, the woman took me to the raspberries again ...
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| Come out soon for a round dance.
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| Beware of people for whom:
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| For thieves ghoul
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| And his fun for
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| Well, go now, give birth to all the snake.
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| Oh, to bury your head in the needles
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| Yes, with tears, drive out the hearts of the disease.
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| I tear my mouth into blood with my teeth,
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| Around the darkness-emptiness,
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| The stars are falling, oh, mother, beauty!
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| And they got someone unbearable.
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| And you languished for a great life.
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| Everything just hurts,
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| Moonshine smacks everything
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| And the deaths were always countless.
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| Oh, come to your senses, Steha, your hands are burning,
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| Birds fly sideways again:
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| Only stunted crows
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| On the road closer to us
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| Dying with people - and then in half.
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| And exchange my goodness for a horse.
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| Let the earth breathe freely.
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| I would, having taken off my shoes,
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| I would drop all the bags
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| Yes, sins do not order to run after him.
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| I would like to die in my sleep.
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| Even under the snow, even under the summer rain.
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| Say it's not for the future
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| Say it's not on time
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| Yes, apparently, I can't wait... |