The only life in the world
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Far-sighted all the way along the coast,
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But as Brodsky I dare to dare, and
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I take a close look ahead
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Someone is looking for their home in paradise,
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And who is in hell, but is he formidable in the rest?
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If we stick together later
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And in the sediment we mix into the blood of the earth
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Spewing motor lights
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So sorrow drowns out anger
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Drowning, ships kick
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And across the sea in a silent spot
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Oil puddle spreads
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(spreads a puddle of oil)
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Spewing motor lights
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So sorrow drowns out anger
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Drowning, ships kick
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And across the sea in a silent spot
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Oil puddle spreads
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(Spreads a puddle of oil)
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Someone's heads on a chain
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Someone's chains held the cross
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It's hard from a young age, but bloom
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Since there is time, yes, it's a pity
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To cut short
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Load with bullets
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Immediately repenting, moreover, I am in you
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The eyes of relatives appeared
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And a tear spread in them
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Like a puddle of oil
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Spewing motor lights
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So sorrow drowns out anger
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Drowning, ships kick
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And across the sea in a silent spot
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Oil puddle spreads
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(spreads a puddle of oil)
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Spewing motor lights
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So sorrow drowns out anger
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Drowning, ships kick
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And across the sea in a silent spot
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Oil puddle spreads
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(Spreads a puddle of oil)
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We are trying to speak
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We try to understand
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I'm from where everything burns
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I run away without remembering my mother
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Forgetting who my father is
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I repeat: drop everything and prostrate,
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But taking off I finally
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I join the formation of tits
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Flying over the sea along, and
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So around, rotating the earthly sphere
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And if decay begins with will,
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And from the will, as we know, faith is taken
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That comes out of faith, there is decay, look
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I want to say where there is decay and entropy,
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But why should the world fall apart, so that
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Understand, I'll try to quote you again
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(Sorry for being direct)
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We will remain a crumpled cigarette butt, spit, in the shadows
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Under the bench, where the angle will not allow the beam to penetrate
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And we hug the dirt, counting the days
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In humus, and in sediment
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And in the same cultural layer
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Having dirty the scoop, the archaeologist will open his mouth
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Regurgitate, but its opening will thunder
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To the whole world, like a passion buried in the ground
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And like a reverse version of the pyramids
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(And yet I will answer you)
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And maybe - we are also carrion,
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But, alas, the earth will not be further from the birds
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Who can live outside the cells is happy, but
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Growing entropy is scary for any particles
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Be it atoms or letters-you-you-you-you
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Words also have their decay
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I express myself as if numb
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And if so, then the words will be stuck in your mouth
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And they will taste like oil
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