| Chorus:
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| Cry waterfalls
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| Fill Vizmoria with seas.
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| We fly over the perimeter of the vimani.
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| The sky is bright as a solarium,
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| Goodbye, sad earthlings.
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| My capsule is like Solaris.
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| The stars are fat, like salts.
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| Emotions fly in a tsunami.
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| Goodbye, dull ones.
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| It's crying waterfalls
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| Fill Vizmoria with seas.
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| We fly over the perimeter of the vimani.
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| The sky is bright as a solarium,
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| Goodbye, sad earthlings.
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| My capsule is like a solarium.
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| The stars are fat, like salts.
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| Emotions fly in a tsunami.
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| Goodbye, dull ones.
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| The planet is bruised and bruised.
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| This is the planet of the industrial syndicate.
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| And we met the dawn on the fifth sun,
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| On malachite-sapphire shores.
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| Behind the back are spacesuits, a purple jetpack.
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| These Vismoria craters are like a skate park.
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| Someone sees the Big Dipper in the sky,
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| And for others, it's just a filthy scoop.
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| I was left alone on the first platform.
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| Under the fires, metal boils quietly.
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| I will pray, but only for a successful landing,
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| Taking off where Gagarin took off.
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| Waiting for the plasticine sky of Vizmoria,
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| I am below, and the emptiness is somewhere there.
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| The moment when I catch up with Mercury,
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| The empty tank will fall on Tyuratam.
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| Eating this planet with my eyes like Mars.
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| From bright colors, the frame breaks me.
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| But that's not how I'll get to you
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| Through the pain, somehow drowning in the snow.
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| I will meet you, you won't ask for a ring,
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| Unlike these earthling fools.
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| You will love me with all three hearts,
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| And I'll jump up to get Saturn.
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| From the tubes I will cook dinner for us,
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| And the wind will have time to be silent for a moment.
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| You will whisper to me in your own voice that you need me,
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| But I will never understand the language.
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| Chorus:
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| Cry waterfalls
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| Fill Vizmoria with seas.
|
| We fly over the perimeter of the vimani.
|
| The sky is bright as a solarium,
|
| Goodbye, sad earthlings.
|
| My capsule is like Solaris.
|
| The stars are fat, like salts.
|
| Emotions fly in a tsunami.
|
| Goodbye, dull ones.
|
| It's crying waterfalls
|
| Fill Vizmoria with seas.
|
| We fly over the perimeter of the vimani.
|
| The sky is bright as a solarium,
|
| Goodbye, sad earthlings.
|
| My capsule is like a solarium.
|
| The stars are fat, like salts.
|
| Emotions fly in a tsunami.
|
| Goodbye, sad earthlings.
|
| Fill Vizmoria with seas.
|
| The sky is bright as a solarium.
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| Goodbye, sad earthlings. |