| Early morning, happens, I’m going out
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| To gently hug the birch tree
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| I’d want to ask the Sun
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| Why the fuck I deserved this?
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| Why, The Sun, are you shining? |
| We’re in deepwoods
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| Have you nothing to say, speachless?
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| There is no single soul around me
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| Maybe you can tell me something?
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| Peer better in the ruins, deeper
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| Not by the good, look
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| So after all, people are inessential
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| You’re indifferent for our grief
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| The Sun still shining and whists
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| The Sun can’t hear the prayer’s squeak
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| It only burns with light of vengeance
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| But we are heard well by The Darkness
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| O, the burden of time, I know
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| The Light has no end and edge
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| But through the channels of dried up rivers
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| One can see, everyone has own age
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| Yesterday — the river, tomorrow — the steppe
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| And a bit later — the forest deep
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| Trees will become a deadfall
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| And then again, and one more time
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| Oh, if only everyone could get
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| That deadfall is needed
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| That happiness can be different
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| But hell no, let The Sun shine
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| To be a good mother, father
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| Let in the child in father’s home
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| Guard him from cold, here’s light and warmth
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| But you should drive him away
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| Here’s scream and howl, the fathers moans
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| Roar of the argue of thousand voices
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| The Sun shines madly
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| On the cryptic soul’s rush
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| O, the burden of time, I know
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| The Light has no end and edge
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| But through the channels of dried up rivers
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| One can see, everyone has own age
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| Only when you feel the time’s pain
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| Throwing out the treasure of light’s gold
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| The skies will break the moon’s bell
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| The Sun will set behind the hill
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| Winter day, or summer day
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| The only thing you want to see is shadow
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| Which hides the howling of the local village
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| The silent scream, noise, someone’s cry
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| Only when you feel the time’s pain
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| Throwing out the treasure of light’s gold
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| The skies will break the moon’s bell
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| The Sun will set behind the hill
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| Wake up, people — not always light is good
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| Not all the saint in it’s existence
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| Not all the happiness in deity
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| But anyway, you’ll never learn |