the shadows of the streets became transparent
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the order is broken and the meaning is lost
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this is not my stop, although at first glance
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it seems like the time is here, but I didn’t start from here
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hundredudovo. |
and it couldn't be otherwise, as someone said
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in general, along the way, this is not the same station
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and before I'm late, I should have wandered further from here
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I know for sure that the tower will survive and the mast is unlikely to be demolished
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although there is a chance even to save someone other than yourself
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I'm sure it's not the first time doors close in front of your face
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to be in time. |
pictures flash one after another, the reflection of the sun blinds from the windows
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far from the last hero, but snugly wrapped like a cocoon
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and here it is, that moment. |
made a conclusion about his high for himself and entry in his diary.
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I hope he got in. |
on the glasses all the same glare
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I know for sure: today in shit, and tomorrow at the peak
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it's cold outside, but we're hot in the shade
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where the light is already fading, the lights are blinding us
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if something is wrong, brother, do not blame others
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there is little truth here, but we are not alone
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we don't live in a movie, and it's not Clint Eastwood here
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and it's not time for us brothers to talk about him
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either you move as a pawn or you move as a knight
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a short dash clearly remember the route
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brothers would get to the goal
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yes, so that the parachute does not fail
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probably confused here
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but we are talking about our life with you,
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and along with those who need to be taken care of and who need to be protected
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no prejudice to anything. |
all the nonsense out of my head, a load off my shoulders
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as long as the sun shines for us - all good things shine for us
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while forget-me-nots bloom, geese fly to the north, ducks fly
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and only sad garbage in the booth - we are not a hindrance
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think big, look further
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anyway we will succeed together
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it's cold outside, but we're hot in the shade
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where the light is already fading, the lights are blinding us
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if something is wrong, brother, do not blame others
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there is little truth here, but we are not alone |