| No matter how empty my soul is
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| Veins hugged my neck until it crunched
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| I searched in thick fields for his paws
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| Breaking down the walls of the scaffolding
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| Pheromones and contours of branches
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| Led by terabytes of signs and labels
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| And no matter how empty -
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| I'm following in the footsteps of the mongoose!
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| So that those white rivers do not sleep - I am near, in the footsteps
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| My burry body wants to get drunk on their poison, following the tracks
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| In the footsteps
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| On the trail of the mongoose!
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| And I will reach the snakes whose holes are wrapped in stumps
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| Look, I'm not just a beast: I deftly dive between the roots
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| The smells of the forest are my sex and I surrender to him as a prisoner
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| My body is like a sharp bullet coming out of the veins in a split second!
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| And there is no time for abstractions - the world of crows is not divided into fractions;
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| This hungry white lynx will not be fed stocks
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| Here the earth is pushed by fingers, a gloomy grin covers the shell
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| It's rushing like rodeo bulls twirling Spaniards with their slanting horns!
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| And with an invisible thread I am woven with this time into a network
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| The earth offers to rot, but my soul chooses to burn:
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| It will be fire to heaven, as an angel and a demon exchanged seals
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| The wind will crown my gunpowder and I will turn on you completely
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| I wake up in a sweat, but I look like a fucking Elvis:
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| Mint tic tac in the left palm, planted Tetris in the right
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| "Generation Accelerate", we are wrapped in thick tags,
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| But I choose the world of dreams in which I follow in the footsteps of the mongoose!
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| Catch up with me honestly and guess my numbers by hand
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| The heart of the one who kisses the trees will forever remain pure
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| And, as long as the stormy winds carried the ship on stones across the sea, -
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| The memory of home patched the sides and replaced the oar...
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| Reach for the crowns
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| Take yours
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| Don't look at the throne
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| This world of crows is deceptive!
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| No matter how empty my soul is
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| Veins hugged my neck until it crunched
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| I searched in thick fields for his paws
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| Breaking down the walls of the scaffolding
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| Pheromones and contours of branches
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| Led by terabytes of signs and labels
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| And no matter how empty -
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| I'm following in the footsteps of the mongoose! |