When I die, set my body on fire. |
ashes in the wind
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The straw is stacked. |
who will spark?
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To whom to entrust the ritual? |
I knew many, but few are true
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I want to burn, not to smolder so that the flame blazes
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Anton, Vadim, Vladimir, Dima.
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I want to understand whose tears are from the soul and whose from the smoke.
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NO! |
stop the wind, I have to stay here for a minute,
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Looking at the fuss, I will redeem the faggot.
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I see right through you, live a hundred years. |
I was not a long visitor here
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My friend do not take revenge, revenge will not help me
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I will protect you from heaven as long as you are
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Take yourself a silver pectoral cross - the last gift
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Take the poems, throw them into the fire, fan the fire.
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I'm not afraid to burn, burned a hundred times from the inside
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Along the way, he burned the days. |
coals of eyes like a moth looking for lights
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I was told that there is no cure for phoenix syndrome
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It's bullshit and all. |
I knew for sure that everything would change
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Someday I will have a sunset-colored dream
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Then the finale, foreign voiceovers will read my obituary
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Straight line - the pulse is silent,
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My soul left me and turned into smog
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So that I can return, I ask when I die
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Set your body on fire. |
body to fire.
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Flames, flames, heat and ashes, ashes
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Smoke go into the sunset to be reborn at dawn
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Wind, wind, horizon streak on fire
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Fire in the eyes is a symptom of phoenix syndrome
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Flames, flames, heat and ashes, ashes
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Smoke go into the sunset to be reborn at dawn
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Wind, wind, horizon streak on fire
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Fire in the eyes is a symptom of phoenix syndrome
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Flames, flames, heat and ashes, ashes
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Smoke go into the sunset to be reborn at dawn
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Wind, wind, horizon streak on fire
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Fire in the eyes is a symptom of phoenix syndrome
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Eye shine, spark, fire crackle, the sea of fire eats me
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Napas did not save, interest disappeared, family, friends - everything lost weight
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There are no places left that I have not visited
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I gave free rein to the fire, and he enslaved me
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While there was enough strength, he fought to attack. |
The attack did not give up
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Soul gone. |
power over oneself
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I lost it a long time ago, so far I haven't found it
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True story, fiction, smoke, dust in the sky
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The heat, the ardor of anger froze. |
where to get strength
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My light went out when the last trace went cold
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There was a trace, but the trace has decayed. |
sorry.
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Flames, flames, heat and ashes, ashes
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Smoke go into the sunset to be reborn at dawn
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Wind, wind, horizon streak on fire
|
Fire in the eyes is a symptom of phoenix syndrome
|
Flames, flames, heat and ashes, ashes
|
Smoke go into the sunset to be reborn at dawn
|
Wind, wind, horizon streak on fire
|
Fire in the eyes is a symptom of phoenix syndrome
|
Flames, flames, heat and ashes, ashes
|
Smoke go into the sunset to be reborn at dawn
|
Wind, wind, horizon streak on fire
|
Fire in the eyes is a symptom of phoenix syndrome |