Chorus:
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It's so obvious that we
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Like ships looking for a pier
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At the helm or at the oars.
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And everyone looks at the world through a prism,
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But he is clean.
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It's so obvious that we
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Like ships looking for a pier
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At the helm or at the oars.
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And everyone looks at the world through a prism,
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But he is truly pure.
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First Verse: Dino
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You were confused, but everything was like that before you,
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While the forest is being cut, the chips fly.
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It happened the same way once and everything passed,
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Now it's a little funny.
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But there was a minor.
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Problems solved or not said so far.
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One changes the other, the clouds float
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Reality alone is NTV, RBC,
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Others are the sea, the mountains, the river.
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And along the empty streets they walked home in the morning,
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You did not set boundaries, dreams are straight.
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Winston, smoke, shop, fence, no worries,
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No longer the same, no longer the same.
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Yesterday you made a volley, made a volley,
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Like a festive fireworks up.
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In the air, every particle boiled,
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From the desire of people, the universe sang.
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Chorus:
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It's so obvious that we
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Like ships looking for a pier
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At the helm or at the oars.
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And everyone looks at the world through a prism,
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But he is clean.
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It's so obvious that we
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Like ships looking for a pier
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At the helm or at the oars.
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And everyone looks at the world through a prism,
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But he is truly pure.
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Second Verse: Dino
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Constantly there is no time, home repairs,
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A bunch of everything, and what without rest, saved up for Renault, made a balcony.
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New counter, old seals, diploma soon.
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On the mind, then the thoughts are a dump or worse a hangout.
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Winter tires, summer tires, reasons, reasons.
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Work, home, home, work, don't shout, don't shout.
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And the circle closed, divided into rise and sleep.
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Routine takes aim, weekdays in the ring.
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Not a bit sorry, I changed all the T-shirts to a jacket,
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But among the rubbish that gathers dust in the garages.
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Once I found a photo on which there was a volley,
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That fireworks volley that you thought then.
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And it took my breath away, it took me suddenly.
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The year when I was here is like snow in a dream,
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The path was so bright before my eyes.
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The dream came true, that's the point.
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Chorus:
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And it's so obvious that we
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Like ships looking for a pier
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At the helm or at the oars.
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And everyone looks at the world through a prism,
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But he is clean.
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And it's so obvious that we
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Like ships looking for a pier
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At the helm or at the oars.
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And everyone looks at the world through a prism,
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And they don't look at the stars.
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Outro:
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Do not look at the stars all the eyes at the feet (?),
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In your black and white silent but cinema.
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Try to recognize where the final is, where is the moral,
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It's a pity if you only care about the fee,
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If you care about scenes of the same type,
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Everything is blurry, a lot of smoke.
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It is so difficult for us to recognize everything behind him.
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The picture alone cannot be erased,
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You can't erase, you can't erase. |