Mirrored pavements all over the place
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Illuminate car headlights
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Driving in the mist of the day on a foggy road
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The gods must be very strict today
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Brother, don't get your feet wet
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It seems to be July in the yard,
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But the wind blows, tearing the tulle from the windows like in November
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The gray sky flew like a bullet summer
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We forgot when we last saw sunlight
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Thunder rolls from dusk to dawn
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Rave. |
No. |
It doesn't happen, maybe it's the end of the world
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A glare of blue again covers
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Dark clouds of clouds. |
People got bored
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The banks of the river that were inseparable
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Started to sink again
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Raindrops flow into the sea like mercury...
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Lil' Den
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Several weeks in a row
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It's raining, then hail
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Maybe someone is happy about it
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I'm not happy about this
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Fak rotted at the root of my dreams
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Beaten shoots of first love
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They laid their heads in the dirt
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Grugi on the water
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Streams across the land
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I need clouds
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And I want to see the rays
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sun light
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I want to meet the dry dawn
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I want to open my eyes in the morning and see
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That there is no more rain
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That he disappeared
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And there is no longer darkness above me,
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And the blue of the sky
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I want to hear the birds
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But I only hear crackling thunder
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I want to see a rainbow
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But I see only lightning shine
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And so day by day in a circle
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It's disgusting at heart
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From every splash
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Blurred frescoes
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Pictures that used to be sharp
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And again the rain beats in the face with impudent drops ... yo ...
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Djang
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Having abruptly passed through the streets, the rain will recede
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The sun's ray will go to the horizon and the clouds will part
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As if the fallen figures will leave behind
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Only wet footprints and puddles, but still he is needed
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And once again seeing this glad to fly
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The sky is clear already leave all the anger behind
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Spray, slush, everything will dry up
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You wait, hope, believe, and tomorrow will be the day
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Beautiful and tempting as if it had never rained
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You will feel an avalanche of warm wind
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And the force of cold will recede again
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Nature is strange - it is mysterious and sometimes evil
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Always unpredictable
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She is mysterious and evil sometimes
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Always unpredictable
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Unpredictable...
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Tusya added. |