Your tent is shaky and gray in the steppe,
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You yourself are pathetic and blind, you cry: "Blind!"
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Enthusiasm for the Light, the fire will not saturate the encampment of the century,
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I saw who sculpted you.
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Everything is as he planned, the booth is not a shelter, a chain,
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The demon will blow out the fire, and he is everywhere now.
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And it's funny to me, fear is unknown to me, he is mute,
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Hiding his face under his hood. |
Tell me, why are you?
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I will give you a piece, a beam as a path, a key and the essence of itself,
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Live where there are no troubles.
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I'm just a glare, but the intention is clear to me,
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After all, I am he, understand, I am the meaning of everything.
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Here the years under the roofs are cells with mice,
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I saw courtyards in the shade,
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I have not dug myself for all the days,
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There are sheds-enemies, there are roof-thieves,
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I'm tired and all attempts come to naught,
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There is a screen if you want, if you want - no.
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Old testament, eternity at lunch
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Do not confuse light color and light,
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Cancer generations - the darkness of cells,
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Enemy of insight - defective products
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Leather, with resin stem.
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The one who looks down at the floors cannot be helped,
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Understand, understand, understand...
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Look inside me!
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There is fear, prohibition,
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There is Light, there is a path for a century,
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Man, man, man!
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Or a cripple, or a fallen angel,
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In whose veins centuries boil,
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From now on, I only move forward
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Due to someone else's death with the Black Wind!
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Orbiting in the form of dust
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In the field in the form of a flock, on the blade and trigger in the form of steel,
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Shaking the pedestals
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Flying up vertically above the Earth,
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Illuminate my surface, flawlessness
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Light! |
By your strength!
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Yes, then let me go like a flood,
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Like the last patron, following the paths to the powerless! |