Outside the window are St. Petersburg roofs,
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The spire pierces the gray mist.
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We don't hear each other at all
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The conversation rustles like a wick.
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The explosion will burn and block your ears,
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Flesh will scatter on the walls;
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Revealing the shrunken souls of all
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The necessary seams, not forgetting to rip open the heart.
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From blood-splattered rooms
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With ceilings blacker than darkness
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The smoke will pour down in a huge column,
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The walls are cracked and warm.
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Through the soot-covered frame
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Mine will pop up soon
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Having made a circle, admire the panorama
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And fly to yours!
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Over antennas and wires past and through
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You and I are like a string with frets - not for long apart!
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Soon we will be pressed against each other again, the sound will return;
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In the meantime, only deafening silence around!
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Over antennas and wires past and through
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You and I are like a string with frets - not for long apart!
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Soon we will be pressed against each other again, the sound will return;
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In the meantime, only deafening silence around!
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After the beep monologue
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Recorded by a female robot on the other end.
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We don't hear each other at all
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Tweezers will not find cotton wool in the ear.
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I'm like a fish from dynamite -
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Belly up, I'm about to float!
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Eyes bulging and wide open
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As if in a cry a ridiculous mouth.
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I'm getting higher and higher
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Specific gravity apparently did not come out.
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Wednesday pushes out
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Getting closer to the clouds!
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Both the spire and the roofs
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Downstairs I can see worse.
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I'm in a hurry to you, but there is a reserve of fuel
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Almost burned out!
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I will fly even with my last strength;
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I'll heal your burnt wings!
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On the shoulder of any obstacle strip,
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If the finish line is your hair on my shoulder!
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Over antennas and wires past and through
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You and I are like a string with frets - not for long apart!
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Soon we will be pressed against each other again, the sound will return;
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In the meantime, only deafening silence around!
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Over antennas and wires past and through
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You and I are like a string with frets - not for long apart!
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Soon we will be pressed against each other again, the sound will return;
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In the meantime, only deafening silence around! |