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. |