We were brought up by these floors, mother;
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Smoke, marijuana. |
Change from pocket
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Head full of rubbish. |
Not a little sung
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For a soul about us.
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And about first love, don't tell me
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Broken hands in blood
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You could repeat every day.
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They themselves closed themselves from tantrums at home.
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Yes, I was drunk, and -
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I did not understand what was happening around life,
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An evil fog, and through it saw parodies of me.
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Passwords are all set, they forgot me at all
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As they left then, so I left you after ...
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Chorus:
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And we won't come back, so cheerful,
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So strong |
Why do we need stars?
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We so wanted to live more comfortably, more beautifully,
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But they lost their dreams. |
God save me!
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And we won't come back, so cheerful,
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So strong |
Why do we need stars?
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We so wanted to live more comfortably, more beautifully,
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But they lost their dreams. |
God save me!
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I woke up in bed, chained not loving,
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Released rings from the balcony, without coughing.
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I'm so happy, year 25, that I found myself,
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And now it's not a shame to be someone of yesterday.
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Step by step, buttons, phone,
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The smile of a child distracts me.
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Forget it, nobody cares when you can't see the sky.
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I looked for friends with my eyes, but I rarely found them.
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Sent "fall in love" I will answer with a space,
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Sorry, but you will turn sour in five days.
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And more what to believe in, and how to become a man,
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On rented huts, when clothes are in bags.
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Chorus:
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And we won't come back, so cheerful,
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So strong |
Why do we need stars?
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We so wanted to live more comfortably, more beautifully,
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But they lost their dreams. |
God save me!
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And we won't come back, so cheerful,
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So strong |
Why do we need stars?
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We so wanted to live more comfortably, more beautifully,
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But they lost their dreams. |
God save me!
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Crowds around me
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I saw thousands of hands raised
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If the ancestors knew just who we are -
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They would not let children go to concerts,
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There is a hematoma on the heart, but I'm not lying -
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I'm just making you sound.
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Music is a palette of letters folded by me
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In the studio booth - a volley of large-caliber bullets.
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We could not look into the eyes of loved ones, knowing that the path was chosen,
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Which hardly embodied our actions in their dream.
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The circle diminished those who were close,
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We smiled in their eyes, as in childhood,
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But instead of friendship, they offered business.
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But once we were both devoured by poverty,
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We turned from courtyards into residents of the capital.
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With the muse, we signed guarantees
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But I have heard about her arrogant nature.
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And with the scope of infinity, the eyes of fanatics,
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We will tear up cities with the wind, by all means we will take what is ours.
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Chorus:
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And we won't come back, so cheerful,
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So strong |
Why do we need stars?
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We so wanted to live more comfortably, more beautifully,
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But they lost their dreams. |
God save me!
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And we won't come back, so cheerful,
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So strong |
Why do we need stars?
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We so wanted to live more comfortably, more beautifully,
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But they lost their dreams. |
God save me! |