I have nothing to do, I sit alone
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On the ears hard rock beats "master"
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Life goes on, goes on, goes on as always
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A bunch of problems and nothing
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Still, I hope that there will be times
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When everyone lives and the war ends
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And everyone will live as he wants
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And do not lick someone's ass - going to the bottom
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But for some reason it's the other way around
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The country is in shit, the people live below the poverty line
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And only the one who gives bribes to everyone rules the ball
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He lives well and cheerfully
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This is how it turns out that someone drinks wine
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It is served in one of the best restaurants
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He is not sad, he is resting, that's all
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And someone sits at home and looks out his window
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He drinks raw water, he has nothing to chew
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He cannot buy wine with his income.
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But neither one nor the other is going anywhere
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Yes, each of us will be under the coffin
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After all, only death equals us fools
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Before her, everyone is equal, majors and homeless
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Everyone will lie down in the grave, his turn will come
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The day will come when
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She will come and take
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Will take you with him
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You will be there, I will be there
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And the sad blues of the end
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Someone dreams of getting married and having children
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And live without remembering the horror of yesterday
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And someone is not comfortable trying to bear the cross
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But only there will be a cross at the feet, don’t ask God like
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There is heaven somewhere, there is hell somewhere, and somewhere the end of the earth
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And where, when, who will be - depends on guilt
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When you die, and you give your body to the earth
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Your soul will go to look for a mirage
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After all, only death equals us fools
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Before her, everyone is equal, majors and homeless
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Everyone will lie down in the grave, his turn will come
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The day will come when
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She will come and take
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Will take you with him
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You will be there, I will be there
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And the sad blues of the end
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The clock is ticking and now it's dark
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But there is no money in my pocket, not a damn thing
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I turned off the metal and took the guitar - silence
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Let her strum in the night
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Yet it seems that you can change something in life
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But God has no strength to ask about it right now
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And I can't get away from you, I guess
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That he sings songs in a sad dream, in a nightmare
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Where there is no truth, no lie - only emptiness
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And there will never be an edge or an end
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She sings, calls you and she has no face
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Not for nothing
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She will come and take me, she will take me with her
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I will be, I will, I will be there and the song is sad ... |