| Over the mountains, over the fields, over the poems, over the seas, over the valleys, over the fields, Bm E F# Bm
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| On the steppe, on the damp carpet of feather grass, Bm Em F# Bm
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| Through the steppe, weightless, unrealizable haze Bm Em F# Bm
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| I am walking, I am alive, I am alone on Earth. |
| Bm Em F# Bm
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| The world is cheerful and happy, B Em
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| Earthly and real world, G F#
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| The world is ridiculous and beautiful, B Em
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| Warm, cute and shiny G F#
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| The world is ruined by guilt. |
| Bm Em G F#
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| Through days and centuries, far, far, far, far -
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| Unfamiliar peace beyond the military river.
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| They melt like icy glass in the silence of the city,
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| Like February outside the window, taking away forever
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| The world is cheerful and happy,
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| The earthly and real world,
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| The world is absurd and beautiful,
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| Warm, cute and shiny
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| The world is ruined by guilt.
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| We lived, we lived once,
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| We sang, we sang: "Hope."
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| But in the field earthly sunsets
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| They gave birth to deadly tenderness -
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| The world is ruined by guilt. |