Among the snowy northern mountains, long hard roads
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There is a kingdom in which very sad people live for years
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He directed his gaze to the sun, but the sun is an unrealizable dream
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It is covered with clouds with a thunderstorm, because a great evil rules
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And so for decades there is anyone who dared to blather
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What wants to find the light can dry up in a viscous void
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And I am one of them
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Calmed down inside the fuss
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Looking for myself in pitch darkness
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Fearing your own shadow
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Before it seemed that you can climb
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Where do you want when you're 20
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I used to be afraid of losing my passion
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Today I'm afraid only thoughts about tomorrow
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Maybe score and go for a drink? |
It's all the same to us along the way
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And the days turn into a sad cartoon
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Scrapping hopes
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The pace is increasing right before our eyes
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We give gas, wanting to prove
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That any currency sign can submit to us,
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But who knew that in the next world - cashless?
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We rush past dozens of houses, not looking into other people's windows
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If only you could imagine how lonely I am
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And so you wait for fateful signs
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For someone to point you to the goal
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I would like to be in Hayao Miyazaki's cartoon
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Then everyone would be happy in the end
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But life is a little more complicated
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And we burn in it from opinions from outside
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Getting angrier over the years
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We suffer from the fear of betrayal
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Leafing through my memory and realized that this is not a book, but just postcards
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I don’t remember the plots, there are color pictures and fragments of thoughts
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Childhood, nursery, fairy tales at night
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Forever dirty, evening, hide and seek
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School, youth, humor, prank
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Somewhere sorrow, more often joy,
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And then the university, drunk at home again, but there is no place for anxiety
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There are more friends and girlfriends, it will always be like this, and here the world has cracked
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So far, acceptance is just a dream from distant idylls
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The phone rings less and less, and the alarm clock rings more and more often
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I am kind to someone who is not even my friend, this is my eternal ailment
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It’s like I’m not here, I’m so open that I hide in front of everyone
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Each verse usually has 16 lines, but this one won't have two.
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I won’t finish it on purpose, listen with me to what is not said out loud...
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And so you wait for fateful signs
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For someone to point you to the goal
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I would like to be in Hayao Miyazaki's cartoon
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Then everyone would be happy in the end |