Blazing skies!
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Breathe in, feel it yourself!
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This air burns my nostrils
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Carefully stepping on scorched earth...
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Blazing skies!
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Breathe in, feel it yourself!
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This air burns my nostrils
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Carefully stepping on scorched earth...
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My wanderings on the sands with Fire are not in vain,
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I melt Stones and Metals different,
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Burning when applying the wrong proportion,
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Trying to figure out a very ancient Scheme!
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I divide the measure with Faith, the Poison of the Snake - in grams,
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Days - hours and minutes, Life - dramas,
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Applying Incense and Ashes to the Night,
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Directing the pairs of Water and Wind towards the Sun,
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I pass pressed Dust through the Wax,
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Adding the last element - Children's fear!
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Another wave, a flash in the eyes!
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I suddenly saw a sign in the sky in the form of the number "seven",
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Then Talent and Will grew together in a chain,
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Where "two-one" is the battlefield, three is my share,
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Now I'm free, like, heard exactly by everyone,
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With a word I cut out the symbol of Life - "Seven"!
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Blazing skies!
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Breathe in, feel it yourself!
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This air burns my nostrils
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Carefully stepping on scorched earth...
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Blazing skies!
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Breathe in, feel it yourself!
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This air burns my nostrils
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Carefully stepping on scorched earth...
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Tick-tock! |
My time is ax!
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Zigzag! |
My saga is a sword, a flock, a bullet,
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Fanning the Storm won't stop
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Before anything, before anyone, without change!
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No problem! |
Burn for centuries, on your knees
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Before Hot Heavens, centuries
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Your words are lucky tickets
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Don't forget who we listed in couplets:
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Molla, Stereo Chef, Buyaka-Buya!
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With me, the same ones - cutting down to the root,
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Turn me into Sun or Wind
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Or try to get back my Time!
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Wild, unbridled Minds,
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Ready to stand in the front rows,
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Take festering, dirty, lacerated wounds,
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While we play the game
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The quarter will force my brothers
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Fly from rooftops, melt hashish, more
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A couple of souls are leaving Hell today!
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Eyelids burn the walls of Babylon with muzzles,
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Legends of the Zulu tribe - na-na! |
The number "seven" was eaten by the wind,
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Faith instills in me, and someone gradually turns into Ashes ...
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Power current, wires to another world,
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Feel the Blazing Heavens!
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Blazing skies!
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Breathe in, feel it yourself!
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This air burns my nostrils
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Carefully stepping on scorched earth...
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Blazing skies!
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Breathe in, feel it yourself!
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This air burns my nostrils
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Carefully stepping on scorched earth...
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Where the faces of captured Demons were painted on the walls,
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"Seven", frescoes, captivity of brilliance
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Broke apart with a bang
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Before gathering grotesquely into runes,
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Overlords, Mansions, Dunes...
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It was getting crowded for everyone! |
Meanwhile, at times
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The desert spoke to us like mirages,
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We expressed ourselves in terms of those
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Who, hitting the ground, then took off in the temple like the moon,
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Married with spells of flame under the Winds,
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The fact that even the Bedouin bent their backs,
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Shadows danced with us over the tents
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Like an evil obsession
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Swarm of Dreams -
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Mass, heretics, practitioners, skeptics,
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Techniques, practitioners, theorists,
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They created miracles, turned the Elements into voices... |