Words are bloody stains on the featherbed of the sheet.
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They all offer to take the ticket back
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And all seats have been sold for the return flight.
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I can do it without money, hardly without ideas...
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After all, I lived without money, never without ideas.
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They tell me to turn back
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After all, no one has passed this path to the end.
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I didn't hide my face out of shame and I won't hide it.
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I live as best I can, I don’t want to teach anyone.
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I look like my father, so my mother often cries.
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In order not to lose myself, I am looking for myself.
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Show who said that everything was decided for us,
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Have you tried to swim in the name of defiance?
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We ran to grow, it seems that we became big,
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And we are brainwashed by strangers.
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Chorus:
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And you just try
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Spreading wings behind your back.
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I'm not an angel, so what now? |
Walk on the ground only with your feet.
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And you just try to take off, let them tell you: "People are not birds."
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And I can stop drinking, but not singing - as long as my heart beats in my chest.
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Here some do not live, others do not survive.
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Every judge to anyone but himself.
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Every poodle is ready to bark you first
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It just takes a little off-leash.
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How much does a soul cost, does everything have a price?
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Air greedily from shortness of breath slowed down the run.
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Forgive everything, except cowardice, except treason.
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Do not ask for anything, such a person.
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What is the head for, to put on the shoulders,
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What about a collar around your neck, shackles on your hands?
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We are all stuck, and the dispatcher is with us,
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Who will take care of the elevator of my big country?
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The shoals are flying south
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Tired of the cold of these hungry hands.
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Fear lurks in these eyes,
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What we are doing and what is happening around.
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Chorus:
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And you just try to fly up behind your back spreading your wings.
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I'm not an angel, so what now? |
Walk on the ground only with your feet.
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And you just try to take off, let them tell you: "People are not birds."
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And I can stop drinking, but not singing - as long as my heart beats in my chest.
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And you just try to fly up behind your back spreading your wings.
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I'm not an angel, so what now? |
Walk on the ground only with your feet.
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And you just try to take off, let them tell you: "People are not birds."
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And I can stop drinking, but not singing - as long as my heart beats in my chest. |