First couplet:
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Stop my sky by plugging all the stars
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Dreams on the fragments of the universe -
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These are the tears of children and reality for adults.
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We're falling fast up
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Against all the laws of nature
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For hands, gentle exchange or deceit,
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Endless captivity.
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The taste of sweet lips is alive in memory, the world is a web,
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Suddenly you die in this captivity, you are a vicious circle,
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It is difficult to lift, but it will not be easier for us to fall to the bottom,
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Where is the stone block of torn lines,
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The heart will order to weaken the flow,
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What are these songs about???
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Only pass off madness as verbal nonsense,
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Everything in my head is so infuriating
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Who is heavenly, who is in fact a mediocrity,
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Where there is no place for me is too insipid
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Everyone climbs there, there is mucus and mold,
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Someone else's life and yours ???1.
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And I hang in places where leaves fall,
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And we are close - close,
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And we are close - close.
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Chorus:
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Sky, blow me with the winds,
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On the road that I chose myself
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And let other people's legs do not interfere with going to the end,
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Sing songs all day
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We will sing songs all day long.
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Second couplet:
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If it were important to me what you need,
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I would score - but no, I'll take it after a few years,
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Still circling not even worse
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Raising your hands to the sky the way up,
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All these years seem to be gone
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My first universe
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Through time and thorns
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Unchanging, only one and true,
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Where the light did not extinguish my stars.
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Brad, but maybe even he is serious,
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Who does not blindly see
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Something other than spots
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Whoever could, the world hit him in the face a lot,
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My god, as long as he is in the heart, everything is possible,
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Like someone the heavens are insignificant,
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Time will destroy and only goosebumps,
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They will show you that now I have done what I must,
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Like what is more than what is under the skin,
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The fact that in every heart this light is
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Do not get anywhere from it, this is the music of childhood,
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Poetess, goodness which one day outweighs everything,
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Songs to sing, songs are not sober,
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But the summer flew away in this period of time,
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So let's forget everything
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Who we were, and we'll just sing songs all day
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Sing songs all day.
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Chorus:
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Sky, blow me with the winds,
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On the road that I chose myself
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And let other people's legs do not interfere with going to the end,
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Sing songs all day
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We will sing songs all day long. |