Not so long ago, before the new normal
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The crowd was sulking, but not too sad
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Be in stadiums, arenas and clubs
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Where to be happy until you die
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Bij' music that conveyor belts make
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There was freedom for the masses, which is tolerably shackled
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And in the giant cathedrals of supermarkets
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Where to believe in eternity, which is right here in the halls of goods
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There were many punishments like nettles in the barnyard
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Yes, radars, don't go too fast
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Yes, taxes, but does anyone faint from them
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It was like forgetting, and that was greed
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There's a sudden push! |
— and your piercing under the mask!
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Policemen, beacons, helmets all around
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Not kissing a friend, not having a boss's bum
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Well, that's the problem - the starch is hard to swallow
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Well, suddenly you are being chased in the streets at night
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How many people are punished in Panorama?
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Everything stopped - as if tormented, running into a wall
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Anyone who jumps too much is condemned, put in a cage
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But those are our own, which we chose ourselves
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The best of the people, with the abilities of the chosen ones
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They take care of us. |
And the army will come to the rescue
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With power will heal, not in an environment too subtle
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Well, the virus is such that everyone can be vaccinated
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Well, all the sick and all the sick at home
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With our votes, those caught in the spikes |
As sick animals, we are tested, disinfected
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And a policeman who will take you by the gills
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It will only listen to commands that are new to it every day
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As the troikas once were - naked politics
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Just did what the management told
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So did the Nazis, who piled corpses on mountains
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They just did what the orders allowed them to do
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Likewise with those who are soldiers today
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Will order to shoot and will shoot. |
And the papers will be clean
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There are two Latvias, which will be divided into two halves
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Who commands, will be in one. |
On their side will be those who remain silent
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But in the second, those who will mention the first plans
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They will be the first to be isolated, forcibly vaccinated
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There is nothing to wonder anymore - everything will happen before your eyes
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There is no need to put in prison - everyone is already in it
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Maybe we will be able to fire this old Saeima
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And let's elect a new, better one for peace of mind
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Maybe the barbed wire will be silver or gold
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Maybe put them in barracks and keep them from freezing in tents
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Maybe they'll take pity - they'll fall asleep without pain
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But no one will ever know that we are the people
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There are songs for the nations, eternal and sacred
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There is a united power in the nations - those chosen by God
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If a bunch of slaves whose 'drive' is greed
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Then let's not be anymore. |
And that will be God's will |
Let us be a nation
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Pure gold for watts
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Let us have no fear
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From the barbed wire of power |