Oh, I would like lightning in my hands
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Oh, I would like the strength of the waves
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Oh, I would like the will of the wind
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Oh, I would like to be there somewhere to create a miracle
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Oh, I would have lightning in my hands, I would have burned the evil and warmed the good, lit up their house
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Oh, I would have the strength of the waves, I would wash away all the pain from languid faces and soothe the groans
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Oh, I would like the will of the wind, I would put out the flame of a warrior and inflate the old hearth
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Oh, I would like to be there somewhere to create a miracle in order to
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Who no longer believes in it
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Give me strength, we would change the fate of the world, we would win wars with the world
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Help us!
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I don’t know for what reason, yes, we ourselves see that we are drowning in sins
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My voice would be thunder.
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I would not say about it in a song, but howl like a wolf
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We would not rush among the eternal problems
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Oh, I would like lightning in my hands, not a candle
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If I could fix the lives of those
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Over which grief hung like letters on a sheet
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If my best thoughts all suddenly turned into a bird
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And scattered across the earth.
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Thanks, I fell prostrate, yes!
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I would trade my best dream for this if I could!
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I want salt from drops on my face to be only from sea splashes!
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And not from cruel words!
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Oh, I would like lightning in my hands
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Oh, I would like the strength of the waves
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Oh, I would like the will of the wind
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Oh, I would like to be there somewhere to create a miracle
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Oh, I would have lightning in my hands, I would have burned the evil and warmed the good, lit up their house
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Oh, I would have the strength of the waves, I would wash away all the pain from languid faces and soothe the groans
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Oh, I would like the will of the wind, I would put out the flame of a warrior and inflate the old hearth
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Oh, I would like to be there somewhere to create a miracle in order to
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Who no longer believes in it
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So call my cry thunder!
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I could drive away the cold, not being afraid to tear my voice
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Give me the sword of truth, I would measure equals.
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The dream of love would be the main one!
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I would plant beauty among the flowers in the garden!
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I would take the happy ones up to the sky!
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I would paint with stars for the lonely!
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I would wipe tears from the eyes of brown-eyed beauties!
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Come on! |
Die cold. |
We can sing souls.
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So why are we tearing down?
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They could just give air to those who have nothing to breathe!
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For the sake of an exclamation of happiness - not gold gloss
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I would hold the sky above you!
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But where to gain faith so that you have enough strength for this?
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And find some light in the dark
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Oh, I would like lightning in my hands, not a pen with ink
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Oh, I would like lightning in my hands
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Oh, I would like the strength of the waves
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Oh, I would like the will of the wind
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Oh, I would like to be there somewhere to create a miracle
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Oh, I would have lightning in my hands, I would have burned the evil and warmed the good, illuminated the followers
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Oh, I would have the strength of the waves, I would wash away all the pain from languid faces and soothe the groans
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Oh, I would like the will of the wind, I would put out the flame of a warrior and inflate the old hearth
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Oh, I would like to be there somewhere to create a miracle in order to
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Who no longer believes in it |