| An old house with window sills instead of chairs
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| Sheltered by the window TV,
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| Midnight after midnight, and I sit quietly,
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| Watching the moon change
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| Just been a sickle - already without a hammer,
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| And now, like an unexchanged penny,
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| Just now we were happy and young,
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| And now it's already, now it's not like that.
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| From here they took us
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| We were brought back here
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| From here we left
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| We arrived here.
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| And they went with nuts,
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| Rode with rolls,
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| Bultykh - and sunk into the hole,
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| And years and years.
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| Bultykh - and sunk into the hole,
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| And years and years.
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| Frames of the old chronicle flicker outside the window,
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| Our faces float away
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| We are all together, all the eaglets, all the falcons,
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| And whirlwinds crush us with mushroom rain.
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| Everyone is eternal, everyone is learned, everyone is standing,
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| The teeth are small, but already sharp,
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| Still far away, oh how far still
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| Window sill on the fourth floor.
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| From here they took us
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| We were brought back here
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| From here we left
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| We arrived here.
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| And they went with nuts,
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| Rode with rolls,
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| Bultykh - and sunk into the hole,
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| And years and years.
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| Bultykh - and sunk into the hole,
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| And years and years.
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| On the wall with the other hand the same formula,
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| Names are different, equality is one,
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| I remember something from the black and white film,
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| Something good, well, just like in the movies.
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| As if the years have flown by, as if they were not,
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| Somewhere nearby, just above the floor,
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| It is a pity that the fairy tale, as it was, remained a fiction,
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| Yes, and where is it, the path to this house.
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| From here they took us
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| We were brought back here
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| From here we left
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| We arrived here.
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| And they went with nuts,
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| Rode with rolls,
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| Bultykh - and sunk into the hole,
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| And years and years.
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| Bultykh - and sunk into the hole,
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| And years and years.
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| Night-midnight, and cigarette stars in the windows,
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| Falcons and eagles are not up to sleep,
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| Unanswered questions creep into my head,
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| The damn moon blew my soul.
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| The head buzzed - an empty belfry,
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| Outside the window, the rain is not old drizzling,
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| Only somewhere quietly dripping insomnia,
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| Or an unwound clock strikes.
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| From here they took us
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| We were brought back here
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| From here we left
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| We arrived here.
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| And they went with nuts,
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| Rode with rolls,
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| Bultykh - and sunk into the hole,
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| And years and years.
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| Bultykh - and sunk into the hole,
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| And years and years. |