Orange sun
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In the distance, the waves rustle somewhere
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Eternal wanderer on the way of life
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I keep looking for my place
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Feet scraped to the bone
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Feet scratched to blood
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No regret, no pity
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Because I have to go through myself, listen
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Diversity is strength
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In the naive worship of the world
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Because it's beautiful to live, it's beautiful to fly
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It is beautiful to jump on the clouds
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Feel beautiful beyond measure
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To pick up the stars in wild delight
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Can all only deterrent
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It's just the power of my imagination
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The tired mind is asleep
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The thirsty heart is hungry
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I burned the bridges and closed the doors
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Son of the blue sky in his wandering
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A funny paradox because it's eternal life in a trap
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I am looking for freedom and I live in a cage
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Eternal hungry for ever
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I know you think about me, don't be afraid
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Offer mercy to others who lack strength
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For those without blame, say the prayers for them
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Leave admiration for those who want to shine on the world stage
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Hide me deep don't follow me
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Loneliness, eternal purgatory
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Orange sun
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In the distance, the peaks shine somewhere
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An eternal critic on the way of life
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He urgently collects enthusiasm in his backpack
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The imagination and admiration limits the eternal hunger of the drug addict
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Just look beyond the event horizon
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Feel full even without breakfast
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Orion belt signpost
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The Voice of the Birds is a soundtrack
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The clouds paint beautiful pictures
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The shadows from the campfire ask you to dance
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There are no this world of bans
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His hands are always open
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Try it, maybe you won't be convinced right away
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Maybe you will come back suddenly for more
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I am wandering around so apparently
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Supposedly not aiming
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Old backpack with torn pants
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Bobby Fischer might forget
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They will let you disappear somewhere far away
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Eventually they will stop looking
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In the meantime, I will check it myself
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How long is the equator from the shoe
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Free spirits know this state
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When a need is an order
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You feel you need to get up from your seat
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Romanticism just like in the books
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Secession from worries
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Young Poland lives in her soul
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My heart beats in my hands I have my fate
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And the world knows no boundaries; |
Nałkowska |