This is how the day ends, the night begins
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Following the sun, the moon moves away
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This is how the voices of migratory birds sound
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What will cover thousands of hundreds of faces
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This is how their life will begin, this is how their light will be shed
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So the dance will continue, the ballet of heavenly stars,
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And this dance of heights will end
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Just noticing that you do not participate in it, do not think that you are alive
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Look at me, I'm standing behind
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Don't stand, don't sing, don't howl, don't bang your head
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If I leave alone, then the sky is not with me
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Run away, pray, put out the light
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Don't pour, don't hit, don't drink, and don't feel sorry for me
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Forget everything that was, but if you forget, so kill
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Apparently we are not destined to look through the glass at the light
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What is autumn without leaves and spring without a thunderstorm
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Strange people, strange days
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You did not go to the cliff and you did not meet the dawn
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You didn't run on the grass, you just screamed silently
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Books turned over, their pages are empty
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Extinguished those candles that whitened the canvases
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And that ray of the sun that gave us shade went out
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You won't see the night, you won't see the day
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You don't think you're alive
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Look at me, I'm standing behind
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Don't stand, don't sing, don't howl, don't bang your head
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If I leave alone, then the sky is not with me
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Run away, cancel, pray, put out the light
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Don't pour, don't hit, don't drink, and don't feel sorry for me
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Forget everything that was, but if you forget, so kill
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Apparently we are not destined to look through the glass at the light |