And the heart froze in anticipation of the valley city,
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And the evening light shone on my shoulders.
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Can't you hear
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Don't you see -
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How hard it is to be alone
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How sad -
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Who drowned more than once in the Cossack brotherhood.
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Om ram, daring Cossacks!
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Om ram!
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Who is sad
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A roan cry worries
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Who hides prey in wide sleeves.
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Carries an apple as a gift, -
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Peace wants to surprise.
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Where in the wind
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The shirt is torn into stripes,
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And a clear day
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Meets patiently brave man
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And waiting for his obedience, attention.
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Eagles say goodbye overhead
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And the currant leaf languishes in burnt clay.
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The pen knows, leads - afraid to be late,
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And the children hastily swallow the trail.
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Where the choice smokes in the sky like a fiery arrow.
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Where every day
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Like an abyss.
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Rushing there
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And you take the fight with yourself.
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We are entrusted in the twilight of days
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Uproot the roots of earthly fear.
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Here is no place for messengers of shadows -
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The warriors of the Word are daring.
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The conversation is fire and ice,
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Bitter gunpowder and words cornea,
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Blue lightning sighted flight,
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Death groan in a combat gauntlet.
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The deaf call draws you into the abyss
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To gnaw the shore charred by blizzards, |
Where the hermits tamed the flesh,
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Where bands of songs boiled.
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Where the cliff of the pedigree tears,
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Where crystal grows in caves,
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Where the peaks smoke with chintz,
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Where the sunset is tired of dying.
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Black pearl, ruby ribbed,
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Swan fluff - steps up.
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There rests a vyzol wharf,
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Who rejected the bony embrace.
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The sky is all clouds and stars
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We keep in our chest.
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With this gift the Lord-Air
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He generously rewarded the elect.
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Where to take the strength to know the vastness,
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Waking up at dawn as a child
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Serene dawn glimmer
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And shine loudly into the ears?
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Are you ready - the braids of centuries are twisting,
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And the shirt of legends brightens,
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The wind will vigilantly drive with a whip
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Read the drawing of the Universe.
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The mouth of the fishery - golden honey
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Sip at the command of the gift.
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So burn, burn your palm,
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Scarlet tongues of victory.
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Here you are ready
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Step behind this circle.
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You tear the bonds to pieces
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And you break the commandment.
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Feathers sing a song to a brave man,
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Bless your dance
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Go-go! |
-
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Not a shadow on the lips of misty sadness.
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Rain washed the roads
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Time sown for eternity
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And we fall with you |
under this law.
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Throw off a pile of yesterday's clothes,
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Ages boundless thicket -
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We will go out to meet the dawns
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Barefoot.
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Let them promise the death of a stick,
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The tablets are forgotten before us -
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We tipped the scales
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A splash of eyelashes.
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When the veil closes the eyes,
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We knew - any bad weather
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Forgotten by a pile of stale
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Ash pages.
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Endure and be silent, drink air,
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Distant bitter stars
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They lead and attract the inevitable,
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Change is terrible.
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Become ice, become shaggy fire -
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Do not forever sing sunsets
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Wine of funeral songs
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We must defeat death.
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Elbow of a friend, shoulder of a brother -
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And fear dries up into the desert.
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It will be, and the food will be bungled -
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Don't think about tomorrow, tired,
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And now your evening is handful
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Scattered in the night sky.
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Rest in his cradle
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And listen to the tears of trust.
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The twilight of July is given to the wrong Sun
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In a whitish haze, across orders.
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Hopes gather into a fist
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Wait for the days of young, honey, -
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And spin with a fiery arrow
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to crucified heaven.
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Saviors swallow the midnight shine;
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Ready to sing the night and meet
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morning surf
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Silently and unquestioningly. |
It was my turn to be serene
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Showered with leaves in copper autumn,
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Loneliness drink.
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But you are always there - I know.
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You give a disturbing dream
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You guard the whiskey resiliently,
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From hair
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The strings are ringing.
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And when I wake up with a song,
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Only your stern look worries me.
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Only he.
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Sorry. |