| Believing in the circle as in fate, past the furious stands
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| Under the saddle and in the bridle, I'm rushing to the finish line
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| Circles lie under your feet, no matter what happens, run
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| The truth is simple, yeah - the weak die, yeah
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| Trembling wrong betrayed the nerves -
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| It's hard to be first always, yeah!
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| Chorus:
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| Yes, such a game
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| But the time comes -
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| Choose, choose
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| Run or live
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| Yes, such a game
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| But the time comes -
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| Choose, choose
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| Run or live
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| You came before everyone else, there is strength and there is success
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| Only there is no more strength to endure this race
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| My God, how hard it is to breathe, I can't run anymore
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| And they shout from the box: “Aha! |
| A driven horse, huh!
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| Trembling wrong betrayed the nerves -
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| It's hard to be first always, yeah...
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| Chorus:
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| Yes, such a game
|
| But the time comes -
|
| Choose, choose
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| Run or live
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| Yes, such a game
|
| But the time comes -
|
| Choose, choose
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| Run or live
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| And around the vanity - to free places
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| They put new horses, younger, stronger
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| Thinking about the fallen is a whim. |
| The main thing is not the horse, but the prize
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| The truth is simple, yeah - the strong wins, yeah
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| Trembling wrong betrayed the nerves -
|
| It's hard to be first always, yeah!
|
| Chorus:
|
| Yes, such a game
|
| But the time comes -
|
| Choose, choose
|
| Run or live
|
| Yes, such a game
|
| But the time comes -
|
| Choose, choose
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| Run or live
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| And the former minion of fate is already forgotten
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| Only scars from the scourge flare on the shoulders
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| In the race for other people's places, people will always lose,
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| But this can only be understood by standing, standing!
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| Trembling wrong betrayed the nerves -
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| It's hard to be first always, yeah!
|
| Chorus:
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| Yes, such a game
|
| But the time comes -
|
| Choose, choose
|
| Run or live
|
| Yes, such a game
|
| But the time comes -
|
| Choose, choose
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| Run or live |