Suddenly the clock stopped running. |
All without further ado
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The wind blows past the sails. |
All without further ado
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Bolt the doors. |
All without further ado
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Bolted doors
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The cosmos will be dark and cruel. |
Glowing East
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And everything under it will come to a time. |
Glowing East
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To everything under him, he will be strict, through the peephole
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The East shines through the peephole
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Glowing East
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In an unknown apartment, one day in the evening the bell will ring and stop
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A person rises from an armchair, rotates the keys and looks through the peephole
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And in the eye, blurring, and squinting from the sun, sparkling like a wave in the sea
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Someone's lonely figure on the stairwell is barely visible
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She rushes between the doors, not knowing fear, not knowing the moves
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And plucks flowers and applause from these invisible front rows
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And dancing with myself, speeding up, in places slightly stepping on the shadow
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Someone's lonely figure forever disappears in the darkness of the night
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We'll go to sleep in the light of the full moon
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Our nights are always endless, our days are always numbered
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And one who steps on the ice does not want to fight for a place under the sun
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And so we go on the most magical flight
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And in flight we will be offered press, napkins, drinks, food
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And the opportunity to escape from the Earth and breathe freely at least a little bit, sometimes
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And having gained altitude through the windows, the Sun beats on the heads
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And the pilot will say over the broadcast: “Thank you all!
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What of thousands of others, but you chose our extraterrestrial plane like this"
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And suddenly the head will become bright, and let go completely, and forever pass
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And in such a flight, so as not to be touched by the brain, well, or not to die of longing
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Our funny plane at a huge speed will fly through the door eyes
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And in a forgotten apartment, he will begin to descend onto an old desk
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Without hitting a funny electric pole with your wings when landing
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And the figure at this table will break away from the thought of a new line
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And he will raise his eyes and wave to the whole plane
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And he will raise his eyes and wave to the whole plane
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And raise his eyes and wave his hand |