That's it, it's all over. |
And suddenly it didn’t matter either gold, bronze,
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nor silver. |
And you say: "They had to be taken away." |
But life without
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this holiday. |
And therefore is it necessary
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I dissolve all thoughts to take them
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No, I'm not slowing down, but I'm cutting off nitric oxide
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Somehow silently the black sand was quietly touched by the waves
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Instead of a flood, I will leave here only poetic forms
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And how much we have amassed together, remember, lines
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Were they real with you, or Warner Bros characters?
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And what was more expensive - flying gravel from under the tire
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Or is it the finishing flag that stops this rally?
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What will happen next in this world after me
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In which we smolder gradually, sometimes entangled in its degrees
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Don’t drive the old one, ah, don’t say: “Let the world burn!”
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This tired mechanism no longer works according to algorithms
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Remember, if you want to kill the enemy... It's easy - each of us is like a killer,
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But in gratitude to melt all the pain... Is anyone among us an alchemist?
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There's someone to the bottom, while I'm walking on the ground
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The world after me is beautiful. |
And even though you are afraid, make a jump,
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And I pray the sky with chalk into this sea to crush me - I am no longer reflected in it (What
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after me?)
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And there is no war after me, all this recent noise has become silence
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I will take a closer look, but I don’t see depth in this lake, I don’t
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reflect |