| goodbye my angel
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| We will be carried away with gusts of wind
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| To heavenly castles
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| Here the sun will no longer be bright
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| The damn lamp shines on everyone the same,
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| But you and I are rudiments
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| Hold my hand, dear:
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| A fierce inferno is approaching us
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| City of Morlocks, we will get water from black snow
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| It's cruel, the sky was crying with azure jets
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| I stay with my
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| With my beloved, you, and a graphite heart
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| Jackets and hats away
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| Nuclear mushroom will soon help to keep warm
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| The night will be eternal
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| With you and half-life products, we'll go to the bottom,
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| And towards the dawn will spread a purple grenade, dirty
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| Whirlwind and skyward hurricanes of burnt gas
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| This Thursday will already be without us: they launched ARES-12
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| Blue light spreads across the sky
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| Frozen snow quickly melts on the cilia
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| Something grows on the horizon from the bottom up
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| This sleepy city wakes up to the whistle of rockets
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| Blue light spreads across the sky
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| Frozen snow quickly melts on the cilia
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| Something grows on the horizon from the bottom up
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| This sleepy city wakes up to the whistle of rockets
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| goodbye my angel
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| I promise this will end soon
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| Our turbines are roaring
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| The squadron draws patterns in the sky
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| A river of fire will fly by in seconds
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| And in it the sleepy city will drown
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| We, flying, wave our hands and take a photo against the background
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| Below cockroaches are not people
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| Worms and rats alone mixed
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| I dive down, and in an hour
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| From them there will be only firebrands
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| We keep going down
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| Order to occupy Echelon-19
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| Red button - I clean the planet with just the touch of a finger
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| Time stands still: there is no doctrine, here is the enemy
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| And, unfortunately, I don't give a damn about all other opinions
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| Under this roar, as under a lullaby, the crowd will fall asleep
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| ARES-12 - atomic sunrise blooms in the sky
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| Blue light spreads across the sky
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| Frozen snow quickly melts on the cilia
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| Something grows on the horizon from the bottom up
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| This sleepy city wakes up to the whistle of rockets
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| Blue light spreads across the sky
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| Frozen snow quickly melts on the cilia
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| Something grows on the horizon from the bottom up
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| This sleepy city wakes up to the whistle of rockets
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| The frozen snow is melting
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| Wakes up to the whistle of rockets |