But the window is overgrown with glass
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There are only four walls here
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And whenever fate comes
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A log house will not be missed.
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Generation sleep watchmen
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Generation sleeps guard
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And wherever fate goes
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Incomprehensible faces lie.
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And an arrow goes somewhere
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Either in the ground, or in the heart. |
Where?
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A sharp smell at the old gate -
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Rose, geranium, mignonette.
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And the water turned into amber
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And froze on crumpled glass
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A wound torn with ice will overgrow
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When the snow falls.
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Here there is no moment and scales
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On which they weighed the jackpot
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In a necklace of confused words
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The great drought is coming.
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Where were you? |
Where did it go
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Your ghostly correct speech?
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But the window grows glass
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And the light can no longer be saved.
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A small wound to a long trouble -
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Don't treat her - bleed
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Let it spill drop by drop everywhere
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Where is the beginning, beginning and beginning.
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Starting a great speech
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Don't forget about fragments and dreams
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Don't go anywhere until spring
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And then the flood until the meeting.
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These are lips in resin and ashes
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And frozen time in the game
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And there is nothing left
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Until you understand and sing.
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And just understand two sips
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And just take two hands
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And just look at the sunset
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Generating flowers and poems.
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Glass on an open palm
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Where the bird should dance
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And evil will descend on the earth
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And we will kiss him.
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This is a strange failure in memory,
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And there are holey days in the sky,
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And in the heart there is a blockage and a collapse,
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And under the heart there are coals and fires.
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Unidentified ship is beating
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Between three menacing rocks.
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Three pines, three rocks, three sisters
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The third brother turned out to be a fool.
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Tell him don't go
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You will disappear for a nickel, not for that
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They told him to leave
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Let everyone see you from behind.
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He said that he had gone and followed him
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Launched the moon and the wave
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And they overtook him under the sea
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And they launched successfully to the bottom.
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And they walked in the sky
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And they walked on the sea
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Covering up traces
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Lighting up the fires. |