The streets were covered with fog, glass faces blurred
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People behind bars look at those in the windows
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On wet asphalt reflection of victories
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The depth somewhere at the bottom hid the dim light
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Criminal portrait bound by laws
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Time freezes in problems on the way home
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Getting bread by robbery, in each layer
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There will be one whom we will call a hero
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Stories eat beauty, placers of diamonds,
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But around the world those diamonds are beaten into simple phrases
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Creating a landscape in which there is no order
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Otherworldly chaos covered by a real map
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Against these facts, room and silence
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Behind the barbed wire every day there is a war
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Pounded carving by a lawyer's speech
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The street current goes against the format
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Thoughts like stars of great blat
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They burn from the beginning to sunset
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That light is scattered with diamonds in the sky
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Burn the darkness wherever you are
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Burn the darkness... burn the darkness with diamonds in the sky
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Burn the darkness... burn the darkness wherever you are
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He was 18-19 years old
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But life is already ruined
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So it seemed to him then
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And in the depths of my soul it's lousy like marijuana
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When she lets go, dries and everything inside trembles
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Broken heart into pieces and every day agenda
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Nerves are like fishing line and debts like dough
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They grew up, and thoughts often climbed into a young head
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Solve your problems in a warm bath with a blade,
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But in waves and thank God, a new road
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Easy to find, harder to move a foot
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But he took this step, although everyone is a sidekick
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We decided to wait out under steam and smoke
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As a result, someone was waiting for a deadline, someone had an overdose
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Someone parade ground, someone bang and then under the bridge,
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And this one survived, this one came out and rose higher
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Due to the souls of the lost ones like him
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Oh, it was thrown through the cities, across the countries
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Slept at railway stations, starved, warmed himself by fires
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What kindled at night and looked at the flame
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And all his gloomy thoughts burned in the fire
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Thoughts like stars of great blat
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They burn from the beginning to sunset
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That light is scattered with diamonds in the sky
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Burn the darkness wherever you are
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Burn the darkness... burn the darkness with diamonds in the sky
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Burn the darkness... burn the darkness wherever you are
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She barely came of age
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It should be noted that she had to grow up early
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Grew up without a mother - 10 years have passed since death
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Father took to drink, so he still continues to drink
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I had to feed myself from 13
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Sitting almost on the porch and selling flowers
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Steal them first, climb into the gardens, where on the chain
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The dogs growl so menacingly, but there was no turning back
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What school to hell and teachers
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When you can't come home without money
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And God forbid, not enough for a bottle of baht
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Waiting for a sure beating new party
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And so the last five years of life are a legacy
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Growing up, corruption, bad environment
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Cigarette smoke filled the cup of patience,
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And at home everything is unchanged: drinking, beatings
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No one knew when and how the fire started
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Maybe a cigarette butt lay where the drunken father lay
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And the version of arson was not even considered
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After all, what was bad with her burned to the ground
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Thoughts like stars of great blat
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They burn from the beginning to sunset
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That light is scattered with diamonds in the sky
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Burn the darkness wherever you are
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Burn the darkness... burn the darkness with diamonds in the sky
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Burn the darkness... burn the darkness wherever you are |