I come in the form of a midnight sound, a quiet noise
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The rhyme of the circle of hell, elusive as smoke
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I nod lightly, totally lost
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I walk on Salata on the third road, black as coal
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Alone like a ghost, I wander for miles, far without a goal
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Depending on the tone, I don’t know what it really is
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I ask good fairies for wings to fly away
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I write about the dark because I am surrounded by it, not because the film was made
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The raven, the stranger in the song, I am like a planet in the sky
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I do not fall into any framework
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He plays the dream requiem in his head, every day
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Plan for long nights, bloodshot eyes, I just want out
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I hate materialism, I bring a long-standing topic
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I create life using seeds and earth
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I rhyme, I shoot clouds from the stands
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I listen to the tempo of the metropolis, I tact the shifts
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And so shine me and my friend Moon
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We see people wondering, shaving wrong, let them shave
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They ask me about some kind of career and money
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Maybe they realize something when they break through the barrier
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And I remain Magellan, some call me Spitz
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Nobody special, just a night bird
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And when Ink is my partner, I’m as crazy as the Pink Panther
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Another pearl is finished and you can all go to hell…
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A night bird, when you hear the sound
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Spread your wings and let the demiurge carry you
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As the moon shines, darkness swallows our faces
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The tempo of the metropolis rock the song of night birds
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INK:
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Ink Night Bird.
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I am, just one little one in fact
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Chronically sleep deprived, so I'm sleepwalking
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I represent Izam even if I know myself
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To sleep bad during the day, I go out at night
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A scar without a face in black like a peasant
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While the city sleeps I spread my wings
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Two you know JArun has a good bush
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If you're ready to fly, put salt on my beak
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Who am I? |
(What? What?) Don't ask me what?
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If you like the night world like the first five words (yes yes)
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Yes. |
for no. |
for 1 work by Paulo Coelho
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One of the musicians like Blagoje Bersa
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Higher level, I fly high from the beginning
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Ko ab ovo, podamnom elemental tlo
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And I am a night bird with a mask
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Over the face with two eye holes while spraying
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In a handful of syringes. |
Me and Magellan
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We shout, like a vine on the liver while the drooling ones swear
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To know what millimeters are. |
We present
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Children of the night who do not follow the trend
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The team is losing its nerve while my Mirna is like Berend
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In just one moment, I live like my band with
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Music for chilling ice as thin as Bang and Olufsen
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So you hear smoldering (ccc) when you put us on fire
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When you hear the refrain say (hu hu) for the squadron
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Who likes darkness but we are not a statistic
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We are shaving for marriage and working on our own like perestroika
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A child of wartime you didn't even know
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Now you know who I am. |
Ink. |
Night Bird…
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REMI:
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I am the Moon, cold and shimmering
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Catch me if you can, I'm an illusion
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I'll be your companion, if you're a night bird
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I'll light your way as you wander the streets at night
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Invincible, I choose who I seduce
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I surround you like smoke, just to see if you're going to sit down, huh?
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This is a game, the main actors are you and me
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When you win, I hide behind the clouds
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Hey, don't worry, I'll be back three times brighter
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In all its strength, to make the night ride more lasting
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Indulge, don't let me go, you don't have to walk alone
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Wide pupils tell me who you are, I know… |