He hides himself behind a cloud
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There it rolls somewhere in the sky
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Little brown ball
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But the second sun appeared
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And the first one next to him doesn't even seem hot
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His seed fell once upon a time
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Right in the heart of a tulip field
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And rose from flowers
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In the face of grief to you
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And glows with nuclear mushrooms
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my black sun
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We are children of pills, children of advertising
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We are seriously ill, we are bursting towards the exit like a battering ram
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And there the road is straight to TV screens,
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But with those who have been there, for a long time
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Doctors can't cope
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And everyone has their own wound
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And for someone the sky is in the net
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Well, for someone the sea from the tap
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Someone can't be a comet
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Someone burn so early
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And someone to beat on the coffins,
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And someone on the drum,
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But do not hesitate, brother
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However
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We are all fit to fertilize the earth
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Equally
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So if the shutter clicks for the fifth time
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We both understand what the conversation is leading to
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Why is the sun ball rolling
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And the horizon squints with it
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And what the soul does not lie to
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Why did you come then?
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But in a new way grief
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ready to receive you
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And do not let us out of the fiery embrace
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My black sun
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It burns for us there all over the world,
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And with him a new dominant burns
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And I thought it was only a dream, but
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Suddenly my black sun rose
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It burns for us there all over the world,
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And with him a new dominant burns
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And I thought it was only a dream, but
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Suddenly my black sun rose
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The roofs were burped by people
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I saw under them those for whom they didn’t even cry
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At all
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And how many circled bodies
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And chalk comments to them,
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Can you imagine if asphalt could talk?
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And how many crashed on concrete?
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And how many tears were shed right on the sidewalk?
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And what would he say in response?
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Yes, in general, nothing
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Despite all that sadness, the asphalt has no emotions,
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And here is some human
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I imagined to argue with the gods
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Art and chisel took and feeling
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Endowed with a cold, dead stone,
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But for some reason people behave like concrete:
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They live and everyone seems to be drowning
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Eating and ready for anything
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The stomach is not the head: it will digest without knowing what it is
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And there are not even a million or two of us
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Look: (there is a nuclear war inside everyone)
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He hides himself behind a cloud
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There it rolls somewhere in the sky
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Little brown ball
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But the second sun appeared
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And the first one next to him doesn't even seem hot
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His seed fell once upon a time
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Right in the heart of a tulip field
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And rose from flowers
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In the face of grief to you
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And glows with nuclear mushrooms
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My black sun (Whoa)
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My black sun (Whoa)
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My black sun (Whoa)
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My black sun (Whoa)
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My black sun (Whoa)
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My black sun (Whoa)
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My black sun (Whoa)
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My black sun (Whoa)
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It burns for us there all over the world,
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And with him a new dominant burns
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And I thought it was only a dream, but
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Suddenly my black sun rose
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It burns for us there all over the world,
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And with him a new dominant burns
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And I thought it was only a dream, but
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Suddenly my black sun rose |