| Turn away from the flag, Am F
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| Watching G C
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| Burning stamped paper Am F
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| At the sunset in the hands. |
| C G
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| His task is simple: Am F
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| Morning torn flesh G C
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| To the gates of the abandoned paradise Am F
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| Pin with a knife. |
| C G
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| On the port side is paradise, Am C
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| The wind rushes into the distance - where can we catch up with it? |
| Dm G
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| Into the dusk of dog eyes Am F
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| The north star is slowly descending. |
| Dm G
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| Or the wind will overtake us Am Dm
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| And take it by the shoulders with swift palms - G E E7
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| Paradise on the left side, paradise on the right side, C G Am Dm G Am
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| Paradise right on the way. |
| Dm G Am
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| As soon as you wake up
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| On the hajj to the holy places,
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| inflamed eye
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| car nystagmus,
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| What will remain in the pupils -
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| All poles, wires -
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| And so to the very border,
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| Forever, forever...
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| On the left side of paradise -
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| Where the sky is dark blue,
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| Like a laryngophone
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| Pressing your incomprehensible dream to your throat,
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| I get in touch, and the stars -
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| Like forget-me-nots on a moccasin
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| And on the left side of the paradise, on the right side of the paradise,
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| Paradise right on the way.
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| Our summer spilled
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| On a concrete wall
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| The cigarette goes out in the fingers -
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| So there is no air.
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| Hold on, boy, for us,
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| Just hold on tight
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| Pop up a patchwork banner
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| In a creosote breeze.
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| On the left side of paradise -
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| Hold on, Sisyphus, drag your stone on him,
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| Let the butterflies on the shoulder
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| Spread their wings, seeing how it is, far away,
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| Morning gnaws at the trap
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| And smiles with broken fangs,
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| And on the left side of the paradise, on the right side of the paradise,
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| Paradise right on the way.
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| Now search on this map,
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| Where can we drink water?
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| Now search on this map,
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| Where can we hide our tracks?
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| If the body is under the hooves,
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| If the mind is gone
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| If completely lewisite
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| Eaten gas mask.
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| Paradise on the left side
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| Tired jester, smile under your mask,
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| Throw away your watch |