They asked the sky and the sky answered
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They made the city of revolution with a word and a look
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They, the mighty world, bowed, believe
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Before those who were pure and bright even before death
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And until the end of time there will be a footprint
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After all, their name caused the roar of a million people
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The tread is heavy, the sun shouted "quickly!"
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In the palms - steel, fire on the neck and pits from the claws
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Poems were written about them and the memory still breathes
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They ran under the bullets to put flags on the roofs
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Roads behind mystery and completely shrouded in mysticism
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They braked hurricanes with a wave of the brush
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They are alive and now, open your eyes, believe
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Somewhere behind the ribs is strength among the panel boxes
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Look inside yourself if you're ready
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Light will strike from within, that is, you are from their ranks
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Chorus: (x2)
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One word of yours and a helping hand
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I believe in the world again, I breathe and fly into the clouds
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People like you the Lord will never forget
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My angels incarnate, arbiters of destinies
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Another morning gives the city life from nowhere
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The sun will write on the window "Wake up and do a miracle"
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Give your all to the cause until complete blood loss
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Return the debts for yesterday's purulent idleness
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In a snowdrift, a bundle wrapped in cold no longer cries
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While it dawned on you how you are needed
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Trouble cannot be someone else's, honor the conscience of the court
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Only there they live like shit, where they live like shit
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You are young and strong, responsible for those around you
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White wings crown your silhouette at dawn
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The fate of the lost is miserable, your hands could
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Leave him to live, pulling him out of the loop without asking
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Blades of lightning into the body, the bones inside are burning
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As before death, a life-giving one attentive look
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Irreversibly cold killed in a coffin
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I could stop, could change his fate
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Chorus: (x2)
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One word of yours and a helping hand
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I believe in the world again, I breathe and fly into the clouds
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People like you the Lord will never forget
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My angels incarnate, arbiters of destinies |