In the eyes of every wintering bird
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That flew south, contemplated the reflection
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Lightning of those souls that died in vain in battle
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For ideas, for the flame in the soul, but for those who did not find shelter themselves
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And a hundred thousand-winged school of migratory in the ranks
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Who has a hundred thousand destinies and everyone in him is looking for his own
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With all the cells of your body
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What became a feathered dungeon
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I feel maybe someday
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My migratory birds will also break free
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The sky is so clear
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And on the ground there are only countless holes
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I hope to break this cage and then too
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How do they become a hundred thousand wings
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We all jump from branch to branch
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Living mercilessly slowly for a century here
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Burning fast, let the ashes in the wind
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And eyes filled with light will fade
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We didn't want power over the whole world
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We wished to be freer than many-winged seraphim
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And nonchalantly poking at the Andromeda nebula
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We wanted to be a supernova like Gamma and Omega
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In the meantime, we are looking for our pair of those wings,
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But having conquered the ocean, we will pour everything out
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And let's drink, devastating others, then ourselves
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Filling, looking for new seas day by day
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And I change the photo cards in the album
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And I don't trust everything either a drop or a fraction
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This memory, I don't know how to get rid of the pain,
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But still I substitute my cold palms
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Under your wet eyes, already chilled through
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And an almost extinguished inner fire
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And I ask, let me touch your cheeks with my hand
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And I saw the wings in the reflection of your tears, but did not count
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How many migratory birds
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And how many of them take so low
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And how many hide behind book bindings
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And how many will never sing again, will never sing
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And with all the cells of your body
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What became a feathered dungeon
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I feel maybe someday
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My migratory birds will also break free
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The sky is so clear
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And on the ground there are only countless holes
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I hope to break this cage and then too
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How do they become a hundred thousand wings
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How long have we been in the cage
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After all, we were not accepted on earth,
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But having caught gusts of wind, we
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Let's turn into a hundred thousand wings
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How long have we been in the cage
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After all, we were not accepted on earth,
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But having caught gusts of wind, we
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Let's turn into a hundred thousand wings!
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Hundred thousand-winged, hundred thousand-winged
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Hundred thousand-winged, turn into a hundred thousand-winged
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Hundred thousand-winged, hundred thousand-winged
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Hundred thousand-winged, turn into a hundred thousand-winged
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How long have we been in the cage
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After all, we were not accepted on earth,
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But having caught gusts of wind, we
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Let's turn into a hundred thousand wings
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How long have we been in the cage
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After all, we were not accepted on earth,
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But having caught gusts of wind, we
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Let's turn into a hundred thousand wings
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Hundred thousand-winged, hundred thousand-winged
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Hundred thousand-winged, turn into a hundred thousand-winged
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Hundred thousand-winged, hundred thousand-winged
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Hundred thousand-winged, turn into a hundred thousand-winged |