| Hear my revelation people
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| What is already distant can not be found under your feet
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| Swallowing without chewing childhood dreams
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| I look at this world with half-open eyes
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| Lost in bright colors, I paint the world white
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| Crossing out the days with black gouache
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| In your eyes, quoted only by the body
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| I hide in the palms of the fragments of the soul
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| Shrinking under the pressure of external circumstances
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| I'm dying quietly in my boring head
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| Not fulfilling my obligations
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| I smear the feelings of loved ones on the wall ...
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| And the one who is far away is somehow dear
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| Stronger than the feelings of hardships
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| When only a fragment of love remains
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| Then a dream is better than the burden of excuses
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| Do not believe the promises - they are like the wind
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| They are born and die in their impermanence
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| After all, even for ourselves we are often not responsible
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| So why do we stick together in brotherhood for a moment
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| So what are we looking for? |
| what are we striving for?
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| When we see the one we love in the mirror
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| Who we will never say goodbye to
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| Someone we will never forget...
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| Life is a toilet, come and sit down
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| Take a newspaper - get distracted and relax
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| We are born to...
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| And each of us did not remain without shit
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| Fill up the muzzle of kind uncles
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| Screaming for truth and the power of good
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| Hitler if we dress up Santa Claus
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| It will also turn out a holy soul
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| There is no truth or honor in this world
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| All for yourself, all in your pocket
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| For many centuries we have been accustomed to flattery
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| Our whole life is a complete lie ... |