Verse 1:
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And I slowly continue to sink to the bottom for no reason
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So, after all, I will get the keys from the shackles and chains
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You had time to think that it sounds somehow naive and stupid
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I would say thank you, but know that I don't need to be taught
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I know it's not easy to guess passwords for you, one attempt
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Because of your mistake, everything will evaporate, go nowhere
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And what you want to know, no one will ever know
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Maybe all this is in vain and let's not change anything here?
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My secret formulas were written in da Vinci code
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Symbols, signs in mirror order, and hidden in the cryptex
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All your stupidity is written clearly on your faces
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I'm like a ghost, I seem to be silent, but they hear screams
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They wrote questionnaires, asked for advice in exchange for coins
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Going through the notebooks, they carefully looked at each cell,
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But they never found that secret formula of wind music
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Chorus:
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They need to know all the secrets that are in my wind music
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And what's going on in my head
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And in the eyes it is noticeable that they were waiting for an answer,
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But to be honest, there are no secrets here
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Verse 2:
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Symbols, signs, drawing in notebooks, formulas, diagrams
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Look as it should, slowly, surely, they are losing their nerves
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Every second person today would like to be the first,
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But where you need to fly, they cling to the ground again
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Strange people, looking for results in some kind of absurdity
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Faces melting under the words "colleagues, let's discuss"
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Making themselves judges that they know the answers of mysterious destinies,
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And they themselves are again afraid to take a step and breathe in this life with a full breast
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I stumbled and fell, losing hope, but I went to the end
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Getting up from his knees, leaning against the walls, he tried to walk
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And in the back with a knife, from those who are behind, having received hundreds of wounds
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I silently walked, went to nowhere, where the smoke is cold
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They wrote questionnaires, asked for advice in exchange for coins
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Going through the notebooks, they carefully looked at each cell,
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But they never found that secret formula of wind music |