You won't see - you won't understand
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You won't believe - you won't find
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Paths to your soul, captured.
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People believe, the gods sleep.
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Time brings a new look
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To the old world of crooked mirrors and walls.
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The world is yours
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You are an outcast in it,
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Lost, proud and blind.
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Worth turning around
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Change your path
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The birds will cry after
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People will go silent.
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Where are you going for so many years?
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Dear unnecessary victories,
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The path of inevitable falls and tears.
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Along the thread of torn veins,
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According to the book of your changes,
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Expensive betrayal, but for the free one - the will.
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Madman, you are alone again
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Among the black and white pictures
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Among colorful dreams and dreams.
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Where are you going for so many years?
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There is only one answer to seven troubles,
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But there is no truth, and only for the free will.
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If you don't know, you won't save
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If you don't love - you won't return
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Their hopes, scattered in dreams.
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People are searching, gods are sleeping,
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Again the roads fly into the distance,
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To a place where we will be understood and forgiven.
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The world is yours
|
You are an outcast in it,
|
Lost, proud and blind.
|
Worth turning around
|
Change your path
|
The birds will cry after
|
People will go silent.
|
Where are you going for so many years?
|
Dear unnecessary victories,
|
The path of inevitable falls and tears.
|
Along the thread of torn veins,
|
According to the book of your changes,
|
Expensive betrayal, but for the free one - the will.
|
Madman, you are alone again
|
Among the black and white pictures
|
Among colorful dreams and dreams.
|
Where are you going for so many years?
|
There is only one answer to seven troubles,
|
But there is no truth, and only for the free will.
|
Where are you going for so many years?
|
Dear unnecessary victories,
|
The path of inevitable falls and tears.
|
Along the thread of torn veins,
|
According to the book of your changes,
|
Expensive betrayal, but for the free one - the will.
|
Madman, you are alone again
|
Among the black and white pictures
|
Among colorful dreams and dreams.
|
Where are you going for so many years?
|
There is only one answer to seven troubles,
|
But there is no truth, and only for the free will. |