Everything will hurt, and the wise one says:
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- Every fire will eventually burn out,
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The wind will scatter the ashes without a trace.
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But as long as the fire burns
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Everyone keeps it in their own way.
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If it's trouble and if it's cold.
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Since the night is long, they barely burn
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And save strength and firewood,
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They don't make noise and spoil the forest in vain.
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But sometimes there is suddenly an eccentric,
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This weirdo will do everything wrong
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And his bonfire will rise to heaven.
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Chorus:
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Not everything is settled yet
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Not everything is allowed yet
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Not all the colors of the day have gone out yet,
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Still do not feel sorry for the fire - fate keeps me.
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He was smarter, who saved his fire,
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He could no longer warm others,
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But he lived without loss until warm days.
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And you were in such a hurry, you burned everything in an hour,
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And an hour later the big fire went out,
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But at this hour it became warmer for everyone.
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Chorus:
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Not everything is settled yet
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Not everything is allowed yet
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Not all the colors of the day have gone out yet,
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Still do not feel sorry for the fire - fate keeps me.
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Not everything is settled yet
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Not everything is allowed yet
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Not all the colors of the day have gone out yet,
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Still do not feel sorry for the fire - fate keeps me. |