Life is like an empty sheet.
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Millions of close stories.
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You left the morning breeze alone
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Flying far over a hundred miles.
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Your life is somewhere out there, on the other side.
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It starts all over again for you.
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And your apartment is high up now.
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Take a pen, sign and welcome.
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Minus in consciousness, but the mind of others
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Will never drive you out of memory in this world of parts.
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Someone asked again, and the rain listened again,
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And the sky shed tears much more than a thousand dozen.
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We are still here, so you mean right there,
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Among the days of a cold, among the warm.
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You will remain in memory, you will remain in this music,
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In the hearts of those who are evil and good.
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Old plot, new film, leaves, wind.
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For a moment, this climate was recorded in history.
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A new sun glare lights up with you,
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Illuminating the ocean or sea.
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Life is like an empty sheet.
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Millions of close stories.
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You left the morning breeze alone
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Flying far over a hundred miles.
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Someone else's ticket for a flight to Necropolis, wrong departure date.
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How did it happen? |
Dreams like bubbles burst.
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We came to our senses late in the heavenly office.
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Eternal youth, but not the one we were waiting for.
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Someone opened the archives and mixed up the fate.
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By issuing a one-way ticket to the wrong people.
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Why now merit, medals and regalia,
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When you were given to the earth for barely twenty?
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How did Tarot appear in a deck of playing cards?
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In a not bad scenario, the ending is still lethal.
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It seems that he played before, and everything is in order with luck,
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It's just that the owner of the casino is none other than fate.
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The arrow of the mechanics froze, breaking the vessel of sand,
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The eye sockets of the electronics went out, de-energized.
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In yet another story, time draws a dot.
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There will be no turning back, it's all over...
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Life is like an empty sheet.
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Millions of close stories.
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You left the morning breeze alone
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Flying far over a hundred miles.
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I promise to remember, to keep you in memory.
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But we are unable to change pendulum time.
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Someone's arrows have risen, but centuries are running.
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And on earth they yearn for those who are in heaven.
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Everything went too fast, fate is a spindle.
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Thank you for bringing us together.
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Albums, photos, good memories.
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The wind brings your voice to sleepy courtyards.
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Look for a silhouette in the crowd, familiar faces,
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But nothing can be found, because we are so far away.
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Having knocked down the legs in the blood, through the distance, to the meeting
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Run to the land where people live forever.
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But what about karma? |
Well, that's how the card will fall.
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And who came up with the idea that talents leave early?
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A couple more lines, a couple more moments,
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But you are already far away somewhere in the sky.
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Life is like an empty sheet.
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Millions of close stories.
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You left the morning breeze alone
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Flying far over a hundred miles. |