Light falls from nowhere
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The day is like a night inside out
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It's been snowing in the Carpathians for six days
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Mixing shepherds and sheep
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And in Portugal they sit without water
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And the throats dry in anticipation of the rains,
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And in Riga, Sheva shoots a penalty
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And three billion people held their breath
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Everyone is looking at the sky - and waiting for news
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Everyone is looking at the sky - and waiting for news
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Everyone is looking at the sky - and waiting for news
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And here she is the team to take off,
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And the general designer Yure whispered,
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And the general designer Yure whispered,
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And the general designer Jure whispered
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Space is dead
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Space is dead
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In a submarine of oxygen for a day,
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And all the ice stretches over the cabin
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Through the streets of the Spanish half-clones of bulls
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They drive people, driving them into dead ends
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The most precious thing in the hospital is life
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God bless doctors
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And in the rainbow the sun with rain
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And as always in half
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Everyone is looking at the sky - and waiting for news
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Everyone is looking at the sky - and waiting for news
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Everyone is looking at the sky - and waiting for news
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And here she is the team to take off,
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And the general designer Yure whispered,
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And the general designer Yure whispered,
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And the general designer Jure whispered
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Space is dead
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Space is dead |