Verse 1:
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The horizon is not visible here, but I'm ready to set sail
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Without parting words, quietly, but moving away from the harbor
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May I meet a raging storm or bone-piercing cold,
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But the past will pinch the throat, cling to the body with wild dogs
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If you leave everything here for later, if you do not dare to walk in circles,
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Or maybe a paper boat will cover the tsunami
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And the ship will send the wreckage to the bottom,
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But no matter how it is, we never foresee the outcome
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In a world where darkness is eternal, a screen shines instead of the sun
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Here every step is a deception, your fog will not hide your wounds
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Where every day is soaked with greyness, hatred is on the heels
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Follows you, which eventually leads to dead ends
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Take me to heaven when May comes
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Quietly hide in my hands among these mysteries
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Take off like a bird, aiming for a distant land
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Give yourself one hundred percent and burn to the ground
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Verse 2:
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24 dawn and I go to the lighthouse
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Signals like spotlights so blinding burn
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Quietly beckoning to myself, but again a new category
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Visibility is zero and the ground is not visible on the instruments,
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But this is my journey and even if the compass is out of order
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Time as the glacier slowly melts leaving in notebooks
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Marginal notes like stage headings
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This is an alien planet, dust and stones, I am the same wanderer,
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And behind us half the way we can't find landmarks
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No one knows what the sea hides, but everything seemed so simple in appearance
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The earth leaves from under the feet when a breakthrough is needed
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And again we are looking for a new path among hundreds of untraveled paths,
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And the minutes are running
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Pulls the sea to the bottom
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And I'm unlikely to be able to, because the signals of life will not be given to us
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Afraid to drown and go into the void
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I will get off the ship, but without knowing what is on the other side |