We don't have a compass and we don't have a map
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All hope for luck and
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To have enough patience
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Continue resistance
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After all, everyone is indifferent to the fate of a sailor,
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While he blindly goes to the signal of the lighthouse
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Like an unrecognized genius inside a poor man
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What will leave a mark on your business for centuries
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Eternal desire and dedication,
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Eternal wandering in search of a goal,
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Everything around is an inspiration
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True joy is only at the moment of creation
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And it doesn't matter if it becomes
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Museum exhibit someone's dusty volume
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The Creator knows that the works will not go to rest
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His contribution temporarily dead forever alive
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Cold waves crash against the stern,
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The silent wind burns the face
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Where will the dark waters take us?
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Around only the sea
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I only believe in one thing
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Somewhere ahead of the treasured shore
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When I find it, I'll be sure
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Here I am free
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Calm on the sea
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And only in the reflection the horizon melts
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Fast night gives the city sleep
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We remember everything
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And we are very lucky
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Fortune with us begins a dangerous season
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And every day I was hinted at something
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I remember the names clearly
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They were washed away by the black river
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And it's unlikely that this damn game will let me go
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Returning one day
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Like a boomerang
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I will build bridges from scratch
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The ones that I destroyed myself
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And I will give you hope
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In someone's faded gaze
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And maybe for me
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It won't be the best start.
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But at the end of the sky
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Fireworks will get a volley
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Hard experience will test the resources of the game
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With us the policy of the quarter,
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the art of wrestling
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Like a desperate flight of a madman from the mountain
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All our fast dreams
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Already tearing apart
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Cold waves crash against the stern,
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The silent wind burns the face
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Where will the dark waters take us?
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Around only the sea
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I only believe in one thing
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Somewhere ahead of the treasured shore
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When I find it, I'll be sure
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Here I am free |