How to sing these verses, to speak them?
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You are in the picture and I am in the picture.
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There is a wall between us, in the middle
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You are in the picture and I am in the picture.
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Frankly, I'm even scared to lose my head
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The art world flourishes, dying of hunger,
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Pigeon chicks are not visible, we are probably young too
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A sip of water songs, a sip of the soul together!
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The third album is just the beginning, there will be two hundred more,
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Three hundred, if you knew what's going on in my head
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Every day new plans, every day new faces
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Jan grabs his head, Fist is back at the studio
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Uneven couplets of lines 13 will wake the dead
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There will still be talk about the World of Art
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The Internet will discuss what style of thought
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I myself, I confess, cannot help to comprehend these matters.
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How to sing these verses, to speak them?
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You are in the picture and I am in the picture.
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There is a wall between us, in the middle
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You are in the picture and I am in the picture.
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The smells of paint colors do not disappear in the rooms
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On the canvas, brush strokes, outlines, stripes.
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The new silhouette of the song is quite bright, catchy
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I also find drops of bright paint in this black army
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There is someone to work with, we solve all matters in a family way
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Thank you strangers, family friends
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For a smile, for warm, pleasant words,
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Remember, everything will come back many times to you!
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Damned enemies, think again, because I always forgive you,
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Give joy by squeezing all this rudeness out of yourself,
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Pretense, absurdity, enter the World of Art
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You will find out how cold and empty it was in your world,
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And someday we will meet with a smile in the theater of art.
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How to sing these verses, to speak them?
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You are in the picture and I am in the picture.
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There is a wall between us, in the middle
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You are in the picture and I am in the picture. |