| 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 |