Going to the Looking Glass, scorched by eternal fire...
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Flying over the fields where the harvest of our bodies rots...
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With a fleeting smile to see off dear, but sick ...
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Turn your cold calculation into a machine-gun calculation.
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But everyone fell to their knees
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Gnawed the ground, turned into targets,
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They laughed from impotence, waited for rain from madness ...
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Here the dead lie on the living,
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And warm them with the outgoing heat ...
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Here the dead lie on the living. |
Living is hard!
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Going through the Looking Glass to watch the threepenny ballet...
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Giving sigh after sigh an unmanifested cry...
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To pass by a cripple - it would be better if he did not return from the war ...
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Leaving baby talk and the creak of boots ...
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But everyone fell to their knees
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Gnawed the ground, turned into targets,
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They laughed from impotence, waited for rain from madness ...
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Here the dead lie on the living,
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And warm them with the outgoing heat ...
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Here the dead lie on the living. |
Living is hard!
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The patriarch of the entire universe deceived and left ...
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The lawyer hung himself up, and he's fine.
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The recruit got scared and hid under a pine tree,
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And snowflakes fell from the sky, inviting to sleep ...
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But everyone fell to their knees
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Gnawed the ground, turned into targets,
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They laughed from impotence, waited for rain from madness ...
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Here the dead lie on the living,
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And warm them with the outgoing heat ...
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Here the dead lie on the living. |
Living is hard! |