When the roofs of all houses reflect lies
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The night will burst into flames, and you can't make out
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What's what and where is the right question to ask
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How to close your eyes and stand
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The planet is spinning like a disco ball
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The wind howls in the parks, speeding up the pace
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How many miracles the night brings to everyone
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How much sadness she drives away
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Antelopes, lions, elephants
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Sleeping in beds, dreaming
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Hares, tigers and whales
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Whispering their secrets in their ears
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How many opinions, so many locks on them
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The smallest will reach the clouds
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All you have to do is close your eyes
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All stories start over
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While the king of the forests, the lion sat on the throne
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The rest of the animals all trembled in their holes,
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But the lion is defeated, and he awaits extinction
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Waiting in a clearing, motionless and covered with animals
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They poke their sides with a stick, raise their eyelids, saying
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“These are not eyes, but river stones!”
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They take selfies in their mouths, feel their teeth, brazenly mock
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Dancing, climbing on an old lion
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Having squeezed by the tail, dragged along the grass
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They are so proud of themselves, they are so goggled
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There is no one to intercede - the king is punished
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So many heroes have bred in the forest
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Here is such a secret dream for animals
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Lions, elephants, hares, whales, antelopes
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Desert fauna and marsh inhabitants
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This common dream is a whisper of nature
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Antelopes, lions, elephants
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Sleeping in beds, dreaming
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Hares, tigers and whales
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Whispering their secrets in their ears
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Antelopes, lions, elephants
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Sleeping in beds, dreaming
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Hares, tigers and whales
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Whispering their secrets in their ears |