And Shiva shoots himself in the temple
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You can see a raft, embraced by the sea
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I hold in my hands the edges of the horizon
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Glare in the water azure cotton wool
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Wait, Bucephalus, where did you go?
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I would give half the kingdom for I pack a panacea
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Patron or pops, fuck who had time
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Lined up in this boat of bodies
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Let's chat sobbing, I counted everything
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To shoe us they do not have enough patterns
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Seasickness bothers me a little
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More! |
The glass is filled with flattery
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And Shiva shoots himself in the temple
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You can see a raft, embraced by the sea
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I hold in my hands the edges of the horizon
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Glare in the water azure cotton wool
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From business colleagues to moral cripples
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The cruise turned into a three-year overnight stay
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Under the creaking of the masts, the century ends
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From the garbage in the hold the ark will sink
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We are treasure at the stern, but ballast on the water
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Drinking accumulate a storehouse of ideas
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Papers in bottles in mountains at the bottom
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Circles on the water from the wreckage of hopes
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And Shiva shoots himself in the temple
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You can see a raft, embraced by the sea
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I hold in my hands the edges of the horizon
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Glare in the water azure cotton wool
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And Shiva shoots himself in the temple
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You can see a raft, embraced by the sea
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I hold in my hands the edges of the horizon
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Glare in the water azure cotton wool
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And Shiva shoots himself in the temple
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You can see a raft, embraced by the sea
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I hold in my hands the edges of the horizon
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Glare in the water azure cotton wool |