Chorus:
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Pour me a drink for me to sleep
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Winter is in the soul, like spring, no.
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I write for people as if to laugh,
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Words prick as if to death.
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Life is a long corridor
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You walk along the edge and don't know where that end is.
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And you smile into your eyes, you are silent,
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You don't say where you saw heaven,
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Yes, I did not see where.
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First Verse: Kolibri
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What I did not see myself, where.
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Let these birds lead the darkness.
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Let the warmth be cut between us.
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We are on this wire, here and there.
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Even if they want to, the flashing lights won't find us.
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Killed a bunch of phrases on you.
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And this pile is tempting.
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I hold luck with my bare hands.
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And I drove a lot of tracks.
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And staying afloat I will see you again and again.
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Chorus:
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Pour me a drink for me to sleep
|
Winter is in the soul, like spring, no.
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I write for people as if to laugh,
|
Words prick as if to death.
|
Life is a long corridor
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You walk along the edge and don't know where that end is.
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And you smile into your eyes, you are silent,
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You don't say where you saw heaven,
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Yes, I did not see where.
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Second Verse: Depo
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The usual circle becomes narrower,
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My generation is a global horror.
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Who was eaten by drugs, who fell out like that,
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Whose parents got on the ears, bitch.
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Who jumped off in time - did not get into the batch.
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Many reasons to stay here man
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But do not be silent, there are millions of funds,
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That will easily change your vector,
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We don't have a sky here.
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And we are like birds in cages.
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It seems to have lived so long
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But there is nothing to be proud of.
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So much love and hate accumulated in notes.
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Shore from prying eyes, but leaked everything in the evening.
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Where, c'mon to one of the high-rise roofs.
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I remember life in episodes
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And I don't remember all the special faces,
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But my heart is not frozen - it hurts angrily.
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Chorus:
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Pour me a drink for me to sleep
|
Winter is in the soul, like spring, no.
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I write for people as if to laugh,
|
Words prick as if to death.
|
Life is a long corridor
|
You walk along the edge and don't know where that end is.
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And you smile into your eyes, you are silent,
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You don't say where you saw heaven,
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Yes, I did not see where.
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Third Verse: Kawabanga
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Give me an air change
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I will suffocate with any poisons,
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Any dose, any drug.
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Prick with sharp objects directly into the chest,
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Do not torment the world with hopes, betrayals.
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Lock up your sincerity
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Cut off contacts with loved ones,
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Lie in the eyes of your loved ones and yourself.
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But my feelings that tomorrow have only become stronger.
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Disarmed so that it beats hearts
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What if we laugh in our eyes?
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Nerves for an explosion or birds under the sky
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And take off in anticipation of the first spring.
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Or give people a chance again
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And be afraid that the image of love is not blurred.
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What are the voices telling you?
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What are your dreams talking about?
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Chorus:
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Pour me a drink for me to sleep
|
Winter is in the soul, like spring, no.
|
I write for people as if to laugh,
|
Words prick as if to death.
|
Life is a long corridor
|
You walk along the edge and don't know where that end is.
|
And you smile into your eyes, you are silent,
|
You don't say where you saw heaven,
|
Yes, I did not see where. |