That's life, it happens sometimes
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It stops. |
falls. |
It is rounded. |
It's upside down
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You find your feet in the air, your head on the ground, your arms in knots
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Some things end
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At times like this, you'll light that fire inside of you I told you
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You will sit on your head, you will cross-legged
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You will hold your hands to the fire and warm up a little
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Will want to hear your story, every living thing in you
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Birds, wolves, insects
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You will tell them from the very beginning
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So you will also remember
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Where did you come from, where were you going
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What were you laughing at the most?
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When we listen, we will remember and prepare the horses immediately, we are leaving early in the morning.
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you will say
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Like in cowboy movies
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Your music will begin
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Hah, you'll say, now it's done
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You will set off with the rhythm of your heart again
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Those who forget the fire inside will not understand
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Those who forget their stories quickly will not understand
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Even they will be angry with you, those who stop laughing easily
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You are the warmth of your fire in your hands, the music of your heart in your ears
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Throw it under and you'll be on your way to the continuation of the story
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Life will not be able to make you forget you
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the location of the treasure
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Your treasure is today, your treasure is now, your treasure is the only life you have
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This is your treasure, those next to your treasure, your child
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You will continue where you left off
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Something so precious today
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It should start yesterday without blushing, raw raw
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Yeah sometimes gotta be like a goldfish
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When everything is different again every day
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You too should meet your otherness in this otherness.
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And you must be able to surprise yourself
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Those who know what happened yesterday should not believe you:
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Wasn't he here yesterday? |
they should say
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Doesn't it come from yesterday?
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You should say I'm not from yesterday
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I come from my story and return to my story
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What happened sometimes makes me forget my story, but I go to the fire that burns inside me
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i remember it
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I get on my horse, I'll be on my way early in the morning
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With all the good things that only you know how to do
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Instead of continuing your steps, why stand still?
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Of course you're on your way
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You wish us all an exciting page in our beautiful story. |