I walked through the yards, burned poplar fluff.
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I like to watch him, burning up, gaining speed.
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And at dawn the alarm sounded, and the rooster was silent.
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I didn't notice how the whole city went up in flames.
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Like whirlpools of burning through the gates from the yards.
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Burn-burn Clarity, so as not to go out!
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I took the guitar and turned the blows into the wind,
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To fan the flame, surrender to its power.
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But smoke instead of clouds. |
Ashes instead of stars.
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And the sun smolders like coal, barely warms.
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Around the burnt spruce, orphaned children
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In the outfits of a bright life, they lead a round dance of death.
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Bridges are burning and I have nowhere to go.
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I hugged you, but your body is a hot knife.
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I hold a burning heart in my hands.
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And from the sky falls, falls kerosene rain.
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I walked along the roads, sang and was cheerful.
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And on the pavement set fire to gasoline puddles.
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And I wondered on the fire - I'm dressed up or narrowed.
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And from the sky the nightingale wept with its burning song.
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My merry song, my last song
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My unfortunate song, but the most honest song
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Tears beat on the ground and burns the heels,
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And I'm dancing tango, dance with me.
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The sense of rhythm is not important, the sense of tact is not important,
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When the nightingale fills with its free song.
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Don't think, you dance, dance, dance tango.
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Burn with me! |
Trust me, I am a phoenix.
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Bridges are burning and we have nowhere to go.
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I hugged you, but your body is a hot knife.
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I hold a burning heart in my hands.
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And from the sky falls, falls kerosene rain. |