| There they lived fortunate and alone
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| Beyond the stonewalls of merciless time
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| They drank the water from the fount of wisdom
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| And felt the whiff of the ancient spirits
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| The wind was rustling among the time-honoured oaks
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| Whispering the sacrosanct song of their lives
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| Prophecy of a distant future so unimaginable
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| Hovered over their breezy head, their breezy head
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| So there they lived fortunate and alone
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| Under the triumphs of endless night
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| That gave them sensation of beautiful fear
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| A fear that never passed away
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| Ancient Slavic rite to the glory of Perun
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| And on every night during the glamorous time
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| They lit the stars that have already burnt out
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| Lanterns of ages lost in the darkness
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| Mirrors of time broken to pieces
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| So there they lived fortunate and alone
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| Under the triumphs of endless night
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| That gave them sensation of beautiful fear
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| A fear that never passed away |