I remember how I carried youth from a burning house in my arms
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I remember how I dropped it without holding it, and it kept dragging along the dirty floor
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I dragged her, as if by her hair, sharply and painfully, right along the mirrors, along the fragments.
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broken
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And it's like I'm giving up again
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As then. |
dates in head plates
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And you hide your eyes
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Come on, take a look at me
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Come on, say my name
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Come on, give me reasons not to go astray
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Or find me reasons to leave
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Dropping the unbearable load, killing the boy in himself, finally becoming a man
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After all, I remembered:
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Among the thousand of these constellations there will be no mine
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Look at me, I shouldn't be what the world admires
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These chairs are empty
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These people are gone
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These doors are closed
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And let it not ring
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Not a single call for intermission
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Look, I won't stay anymore
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I won't be alone anymore
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I won't be alone anymore
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I won't be alone anymore
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I won't stay anymore
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After all, I
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I rip open the chrysalis with a butterfly
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Blood on scarlet lips - lipstick
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Well, you must
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And there are no more mysteries here
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honey
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Shake out all the sweets from the toy
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Just
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Faith in your fairy tales is nothing more than
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Dust, when even faith in dust
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Will lead to an overdose
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Will lead to the chambers through thorns
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Lattices behind which you can't see
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Stars
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Brighter than which only emotions
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I grew up like a weed and was poisoned here only by the air
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Their clean air
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Bringing everything to sad consequences -
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Fast, nevmenozy
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Seen thousands of dead eyes
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Heard a thousand dead words
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Didn't notice how a dog looking for shelter
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Somehow became a blood-seeking dog
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But someone dropped the leash
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I only feel the stench of synthetic cities
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I know how pain smells and I don't remember the faces of the Kents
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Die three times in two years - a time paradox
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And the corpses are buried so deep
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I took from each bone - just play with fate
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Each of them is carved on me with a chisel
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And the whole world fits in a matchbox
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Where is my ceiling blackened from matches
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Presses me right on the forehead -
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This is my pick from the worst
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They will beat us on the hands, but only portacas will be left. |
we
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So we won't learn anything
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But
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Broken, tired, spoiled
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I bite into the cold wet soil
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Try to take something away from me -
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And weak vertebrates will ring under the paws
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I promise not to die to you
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Even when the downpours come and the wind howls wildly
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Don't find here a place warmer for us
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Feeling cold like it's always in the middle of winter
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I promise not to die
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When it all dries up and turns to dust
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I promise not to burn out, because I
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The flames in these songs - they can neither erase nor wash away
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I PROMISE NOT TO DIE TO MYSELF
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EVEN WHEN THE HALLS, THE ARENA ARE EMPTY WITHOUT spectators
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WHEN EVERYTHING CLOSE BECOMES INVISIBLE
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UNKNOWN, GHOSTLY, WILD AND ICE
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I PROMISE I WILL NOT EVEN DIE
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WHEN I DIE AND IT ALL TURNS TO DUST
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I PROMISE NOT TO BURN OUT, BECAUSE I
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FLAME IN THESE SONGS - THEY NEITHER ERASE IT, NOR WASH IT OFF |