| The charismatic leader who lost the opportunity
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| turn around somewhere
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| you are sitting by the window, forgetting caution,
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| and you will soon get a deadline.
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| Many bottles, a little less ampoules
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| and the song of melting ice floes,
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| you have an apartment, and there is a lamp in it,
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| but what kind of Aladdin are you?
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| You are sitting in your house, a house without light,
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| two eyes - two coals,
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| you have a city and a planet,
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| but the planet went under the hammer.
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| The whole planet was sold, and people, as usual, were sleeping,
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| and bluffed the cure for Dana Scully.
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| Well, then inversion, change of concepts -
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| and now instead of "you" there will be "I",
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| both sisters and brothers laugh at me,
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| and star sons,
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| and enemies surround, oh, how sad it is,
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| milky way on sidings,
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| they are Russian - not necessarily Russian -
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| bearded man in sandals.
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| Completely indifferent to white birches,
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| to the frosts of the Siberian winter,
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| yes, only one of them went through thorns to the stars,
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| as graceful as we are?
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| But somehow in the summer, most likely in the Urals,
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| lost the cure for Dana Scully.
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| And yet, which of them was surprisingly peaceful,
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| when was the war around?
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| Which of them could, like the Sirin bird,
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| choose your own names?
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| So gnaw me boars, sorry snakes -
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| there are no more like us
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| in all ... race, in all Gestalt
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| Incidentally, the lights were turned on.
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| I turned on the northern lights
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| and entrusted the main role,
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| and I multiply my fortune,
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| multiplying yourself by zero!
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| Black Kite Stainless Steel
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| guarding the cure for Dana Scully.
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| A centimeter from the heart of my loneliness,
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| calendar needles,
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| I said friendship is a roadside picnic
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| among comical animals,
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| and love is the reward for long-suffering
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| in the kingdom of eternal evil,
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| but if all this is so, then, without a doubt,
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| It's time for me to go into the mirrors.
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| Mirrors break into pieces
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| ahead of the cave horror,
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| what do wolves say goodbye?
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| Anything? |
| Anything!
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| My wolves go to the edge of the fire
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| guard the sacred granite,
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| and Takeshi Kitano will understand me,
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| and Leo Corax will forgive.
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| And we will find what we have been looking for for so long -
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| medicine, medicine, medicine for Dana Scully!
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| We will find what we have been looking for for so long -
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| medicine, medicine, medicine for Dana Scully!
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| The truth is somewhere near.
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| The truth is somewhere near.
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| The truth is somewhere, somewhere, somewhere out there! |