Between heaven and earth
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A flock of wild winds rushes,
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And behind this flock of wild
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The gray-haired driver rushes the winds,
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The gray-haired driver rushes the winds:
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Who dares to argue with me?
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I don't know my equals
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With my great power.
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Strength and power
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Day or night.
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Those who were waiting for warmth and light,
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They run away in fear.
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Downpours, storms, winds!
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Then my troops go into battle.
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My victory is so close.
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I live in battle alone
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To trample the peace of heaven into dust.
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Storm, storm, downpour!
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I will descend to the ground again
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I'll fall like lightning from heaven
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I will scatter with thousands of sparks.
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I'm bad weather, I'm Pozvizd.
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I am fierce and merciless
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In the battle for their possessions.
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Where darkness and wind rule
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The clear light of the sun is dying,
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Darker than the night there is dawn.
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A clear day will not cope with me,
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Won't confuse me
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His eyes are so clear and bright.
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Do you hear me,
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My death?
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My death does not last long
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Soon I will rise again.
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Downpours, storms, winds!
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Then my troops go into battle.
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My victory is so close.
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I live in battle alone
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To trample the peace of heaven into dust.
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Storm, storm, downpour!
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I will descend to the ground again
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I'll fall like lightning from heaven
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I will scatter with thousands of sparks.
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I'm bad weather, I'm Pozvizd.
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He was brought up by a storm and did not forget it, throwing winds from the sky.
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Thunder will split the heavens, and a thunderstorm will sing in honor of the defeat of the light.
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Downpours, storms, winds!
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Then my troops go into battle.
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My victory is so close.
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I live in battle alone
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To trample the peace of heaven into dust.
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Storm, storm, downpour!
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I will descend to the ground again
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I'll fall like lightning from heaven
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I will scatter with thousands of sparks.
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I'm bad weather, I'm Pozvizd. |