| No answers, question upon question...
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| And the cosmic wind for many years
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| It takes you irrevocably to nowhere
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| Those who are near, and all those who are not near
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| Those who met sunrises together,
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| Every time, barely on my feet,
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| And promised to love forever
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| At weddings and funerals.
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| Like bombs burst sounds inside the concrete walls
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| When, untying our hands, we walked under the howl of sirens.
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| Promises weren't fed
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| And, instead of surnames, handing out numbers,
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| We were broken, but not convinced
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| That tomorrow is just another yesterday.
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| And while you, not knowing sadness,
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| As always, they could not understand the words,
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| Our songs got louder
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| At weddings and funerals.
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| Like bombs bursting sounds inside the concrete walls,
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| When, untying our hands, we walked under the howl of sirens
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| And, illuminating the shadows of stairs and faces with the rays of lanterns,
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| We dedicated our songs to the keys to the emergency doors.
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| Neither the one who knew, nor who wanted to,
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| I was not late and did not have time
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| Save what has not yet been saved
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| Here and now!
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| Real Magical!
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| Real Magical!
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| Paradise, but imperfect! |