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So where is my green door?
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The wire is broken, I'm losing my sense of smell.
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Somewhere out there - a thousand miles away -
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The world where my green door is.
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Someone leaves, I will replace him
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On a dog watch waiting for a miracle.
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Quiet: the city sleeps from ear to toe,
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Downhill night - and the ashtray is full,
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And there, far behind the green door -
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Night over the island, the natives are sleeping,
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And I'm standing at the window again,
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I can't sleep again - I'm standing at the window,
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Waiting for something
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Night under the fingers pulls its silks,
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The stars are white ringing from the darkness -
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It all started with the fact that also at night
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I heard the ghost regiment march.
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I will never be older than you
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I will never get older than you
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Eh, at least crack.
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Well, what can you do here, since from four sides
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Dust of walking mouths, flames of singing eyes:
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Forget, soldier, about your dear home,
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Sew, corporal, bones on the chevron.
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As long as the door is open for us -
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Four steps up - and into the reserve -
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Oh, yes, to demobilization ...
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Chorus.
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I will melt like a snowflake at the temple,
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I'll slap a drop on withering flowers,
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And don't call me - I went to the sky,
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Coughing up the smoke of your candles like phosgene,
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I will never be older than you
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I will never get older than you
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Eh, at least crack.
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Soon it will be my turn to line up on the parade ground,
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There is a light stripe on my cheek,
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But don't think that these are tears -
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Just an asterisk struck across the face.
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And there behind the door - the sea, forests,
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And there behind the door - all the heavens,
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Eh, yes without edge.
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And don't you ask me why I'm so stupid,
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With evil fingers, pulling the arguments,
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After all, I would like to live like you -
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Yes, only the starry sky is moving above me.
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I will never be older than you
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I will never get older than you
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Eh, it just so happened.
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