| Where they can understand us
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| Words water, we are fed lies again
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| The trouble has passed, and soon they will shoot
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| Without a trial, without a trace, but the soul cannot be taken away
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| My sense of justice is heightened
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| Yes, I asked God for mercy, but it's dark in that temple
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| So what's the matter, yes, nothing and everything is predetermined for a long time,
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| But while my body is not yet circled with chalk
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| For all this, my soul ached, I screamed, no one heard
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| Only glances at the floor did not boldly spread through the holes of the mouse
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| They won't hear us anyway, they spoke softly
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| Well, well, while we breathe, while the screamers are in the grave
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| Yes, life used to be worse and the fear of losing a penny
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| Those who put aside will hang articles on the coffin
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| Here for a word in a padded jacket to places not so remote
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| Loopholes will always be found, so we are all doomed
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| And what to do and how we will continue to live
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| Are you guys, we didn't lose, fight to be
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| They were silent in response to me
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| And many years have passed since our conversation
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| To where, where they can understand us
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| Words water, we are fed lies again
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| Trouble has come and soon they will shoot
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| Without a trial without a trace, but they can't take away their soul
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| Trouble has come, words are water, there
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| You can't knock this nonsense out of their heads
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| They won't have enough bullets for all of us anyway
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| The masks have been torn off and now you see who is who
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| All this is surreal, some kind of shitty tent, at least go out the window
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| Here everything is brought to the handle
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| You see - there is nothing left
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| You are waiting for help, this is the finish
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| Yesterday there was at least something, but today it’s not a penny
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| You ask yourself the question: “Do they even have a soul there?”
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| And how painful it is sometimes to look at all this
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| I wanted to live, but your death is more profitable for them
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| It's understandable, it's good where we are not
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| Sometimes I really want to take a one-way ticket,
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| But wherever I am
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| Let the view there be heavenly outside the window
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| And no matter how hard your Motherland is sick
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| I return, believing in the best, because here is my home
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| To where, where they can understand us
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| Words water, we are fed lies again
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| Trouble has come and soon they will shoot
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| Without a trial without a trace, but they can't take away their soul
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| Trouble has come, words are water, there
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