| There's a pattern of colored squares somewhere
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| Laughing liars and onlookers
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| And children drop the same children
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| In a fervent senseless fight
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| You could be one among them
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| But in your house there are no doors and windows
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| He is an evil unfinished verse
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| Turned sideways to the city
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| No guests come to you
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| And neighbors, parcels, notes and letters
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| The wind plays in the corners with a cobweb
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| And the walls rustle like rats
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| Once upon a time in the kitchen, a beautiful mother
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| Cooked dinner and sang
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| I hurried to hug you and your wife
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| Now it's dreams from the ashes
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| It's dripping from the roof here
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| And the shade of yesterday's water is cloudy
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| No one will hear
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| Longing rests in a lump in the Adam's apple
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| The oppressive pain will break
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| And you are forever alone
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| In a sick enchanted house
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| In a sick enchanted house
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| The oppressive pain will break
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| And you are forever alone
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| In a sick enchanted house
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| In a sick enchanted house
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| Do you remember that morning you learned to walk
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| Happy child and voice
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| Father sang your favorite tune
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| And the house was full of peace
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| To the fence toothless, ragged grandfather
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| He stuck and, grimacing, mumbled:
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| "Let me go to you for sleep and dinner"
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| Palm outstretched to your mother
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| "Let me go," he shouted and shook his beard
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| Ugly, hunched, dirty, gray-haired
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| And the house smelled of melancholy and misfortune
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| Shadows and colors thickened
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| Father got angry and drove the old man away
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| Saying goodbye, he grinned evilly
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| Ugliness is not worth, my friend, reproach
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| Then you fell asleep and woke up
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| The old man is a lonely envious magician
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| Seeking shelter along the way
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| All night I conjured and folded from papers
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| Similarity to your home
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| The oppressive pain will break
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| And you are forever alone
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| In a sick enchanted house
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| In a sick enchanted house
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| The oppressive pain will break
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| And you are forever alone
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| In a sick enchanted house
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| In a sick enchanted house
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| Let's squeeze it, greedily and hiccupped for a long time
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| Throwing two figurines into the fire,
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| And in the morning your house became the body of an old man
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| So ugly and noisy
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| I ate it, greedily and hiccupped for a long time
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| Throwing two figurines into the fire,
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| And in the morning your house became the body of an old man
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| So ugly and noisy |