| It was raining at night, and I was dozing
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| On the candle table, the stub burned out
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| Quietly suddenly my window swung open
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| It suddenly became light in my little room
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| Hops passed, I sobered up at that moment
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| And a barefoot old man came into my window
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| In white rags and with a gray beard
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| Leaned down and said come with me
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| In the world where I came from
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| You will find what you are deprived of here
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| Will you live in fairy gardens
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| There is always light and there is always spring
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| Birds of wondrous beauty fly there
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| Important animals roam and flowers bloom
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| The music of magic flutes flows
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| There is no grief and no suffering
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| You will find peace, you will find love
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| Your blood will never cool there
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| And you will not lose your mind there
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| Well, give me your hand, well, come with me!
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| I jumped up from the couch, I grabbed a glass
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| Furiously, he threw it at the old man with a flourish.
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| The beard is disheveled, the rags are in the blood,
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| Hard and savagely I beat the old man!
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| I kicked the old man without a break:
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| Poor old man, I didn't call you!
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| I hate light, I don't like flowers,
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| My animals are mole rats!
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| Your insipid paradise is boring and disgusting to me!
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| I love autumn rain, I hate May!
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| And my freedom is a rotten bomb
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| The right to spit blood into the muzzle of existence!
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| Broken lines - my painting!
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| And my trash is my cooking
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| In crooked mirrors my love lives
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| And my soul is rough ice.
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| For a long time the old man dumped, and I beat everything
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| Stool shelves, mirrors.
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| Outside the broken window, the rain was drizzling,
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| Well, I fucked up the furniture until the morning ... |