Passed out at one, and woke up at three,
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The full moon burned you from the inside
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Lights are on at the corner near the pharmacy
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And you are going.
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Would you like to drink at least something to your heart's content,
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You try but you can't fall
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And someone inside says - this is happiness,
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Or are you delirious.
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The taste of blood left you speechless
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And water comes to the eyebrows -
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Somewhere right here
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The fiery messenger has fallen
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And today once again the same Wednesday -
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May Isis protect you!
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You go up to someone to say "Hi"
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And suddenly you notice that there is nothing concrete
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And passers-by look after you
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With a sneer…
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A blizzard is blowing on the street in summer,
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And the wind rips the doors off their hinges,
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And shelter, where there was a bed
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Now - a pit with a rope;
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So flying up against all the rules,
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Breaking the wires with a wing,
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You find yourself again
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Where everyone needs to sleep
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Where every day, as always -
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May Isis protect you!
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Everyone is talking and everyone is not talking about
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This room is made of cardboard
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And you look around -
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Doesn't anyone hear?
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And suddenly the angle changes. |
You are behind the glass
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And friends - in the compartment of the departing train -
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They leave without even knowing that you left.
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And left alone on the platform,
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Having fallen out of the nest delta,
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Now you are ready for the spiritual life,
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But you don't need her
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May Isis protect you!
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And you heard that somewhere after rush hour,
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In the silence of the altar or in the lists of books,
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There is a language unknown to you, in which
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Everything you want to know has been said
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What were you afraid to even admit
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And why do all the saints look at you reproachfully.
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Stop pretending you can't understand them
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You are alone on the path forever -
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Smile, dissolve in the rustle of leaves,
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In the whisper of summer ice -
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May Isis protect you! |