After the rain, the trees bent down and the traffic jams were blown out.
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Wait, the kid cleaned out the feathers, washed off the tattoos.
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Whom the depth has drawn forever into the bottomless abyss,
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But on a sunny day, submarines come ashore.
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Wet sneakers around the area beat off the step,
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Plunging into the waters of the Amazon.
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We are full of peace, and the holes are closed.
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The soul heals under the cover of the sun.
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Whom will the depth call? |
Whom will the depth call?
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Whom will the depth call? |
Whom will the depth call?
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I am left alone in this city of showcases.
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The wind blows on my wings, the wings can no longer be saved.
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Leaders betray us. |
Rain from the ceiling at home.
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We hide our eyes behind the curtains. |
The storm will subside, there will be calm.
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Hiding in the subway, I recognize a passerby's face.
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Hundreds of those are here who are so unlucky.
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It's plus on the street, and we're back to zero -
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My generation of the 90s...
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Yes, tomorrow. |
We look forward to tomorrow every time.
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We need shame, but the stars are not up to us.
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We erased dreams on dirty asphalt,
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Clenching your will into a fist like swords!
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Whom will the depth call? |
Whom will the depth call?
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Whom will the depth call? |
Whom will the depth call?
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Cold air. |
The lungs barely breathe.
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My brain is full. |
The body seems to be in a box.
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We do not sleep, there is no time for this. |
In life forever without money.
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Risk is just a problem. |
You only see the fall.
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Save me, people, from the cold!
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There is no light, darkness is smoke from the window.
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One of those people who age has not changed.
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The problems of all these days, they told me - I was gone.
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But where does the long road take me?
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What is my fault? |
Lanterns - lighthouse home!
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Time is ticking fast. |
The motive plays in my head,
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And everything that was only washed away with water!
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Wet sneakers around the area beat off the step,
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Plunging into the waters of the Amazon.
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We are full of peace, and the holes are closed.
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The soul heals under the cover of the sun.
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Whom will the depth call? |
Whom will the depth call?
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Whom will the depth call? |
Whom will the depth call? |