Something went wrong
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All that's left is a requiem for Joan of Arc
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The Virgin Who Conquered the Flame
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I have long been rooted in memory (but I'm like a fool)
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I cut down from the shoulders and at the root
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Should I accidentally break (Accidentally break)
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Of course, I'm not Camus, dear,
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But Petersburg, tea, not France,
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And you are not even close to Brigitte Bardot
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And in our house, even time does not run, sorry
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I apologize for the banal pun, but
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If everything is turned upside down, then we will see a relic in it
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There are no fundamental changes
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The wind of change is weakening again, and later it will subside,
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But I create my own environment
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Deep inside encrypt
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And do not come up with a cooler rebus
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What will not unravel Colombo
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Thunder strikes, I'm angry like a bomb
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Started up again, that's why it detonated,
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But even piece by piece I am determined from and to
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There, in the end, everything is like beads
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The flame is so beautiful, but it didn't help to find itself
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Yes, and did not come close to God
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Only ashes matter - the rest is metaphysics
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So sing me a requiem for Joan of Arc
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Pain is my requiem for Joan of Arc
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Sing your requiem and fall asleep
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This hundred year war is mine
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Sing me a requiem for Joan of Arc
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Pain is my requiem for Joan of Arc
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Sing your requiem and fall asleep
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Now the hundred year war is mine
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People are equally afraid of the word, like a zodiac sign
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And it seems as if everyone already knows
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And the narrative of our life is determined by the language,
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But I bit my tongue (Useless words)
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Unsteady phrases will fall, like saliva kneading
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And we don't care to understand it, everything is read by faces
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And someday it will remain unsaid to choke!
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And I open my mouth again
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A meter away from a fire or a cross
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I don't know myself anymore, and there's no difference
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I want to scream "Oh, what a beauty, yes"
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But what is said by fate mimic
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(And on the ashes) they dance barefoot
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And fall drunk (In business)
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And it seems that the goddess has long been ready for anything
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If only people did not raise the torch again
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So sing me a requiem for Joan of Arc
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Pain is my requiem for Joan of Arc
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Sing your requiem and fall asleep
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This hundred year war is mine
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Sing me a requiem for Joan of Arc
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Pain is my requiem for Joan of Arc
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Sing your requiem and fall asleep
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Now the hundred year war is mine
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Sing me a requiem for Joan of Arc
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This hundred year war is mine
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Sing me a requiem for Joan of Arc
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Now the hundred year war is mine
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Sing me a requiem for Joan of Arc
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This hundred year war is mine
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Sing me a requiem for Joan of Arc
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Now the hundred year war is mine |