The universe is joking with me...
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The universe is joking with me and I am laughing...
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The universe is joking with me, joker.
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Under the eyelids I see what will not happen, what will not come true.
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So I can strangle the one that lies next to me without grumbling.
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Then I wake up and go to the window.
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It numbs me from the inside, like caries.
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Voodoo, *uka, pierced the doll with a dirty finger.
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I'm grinning from the booth, then sleep, then wake up.
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Hunting like individuals to beat in the nose.
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And smear blood over impudent, lying mouths.
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Soar over the houses and wave your hand to them like that.
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Missed, you need to call your mother, she is one smart girl -
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I saw the clip. |
She said she was worried.
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And I can't sleep, damn it. |
Wouldn't sleep.
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Palyu: who pulled out whom from under the stuck together eyelashes.
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An unbeaten individual leads an important bird -
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I'm not jealous, I'm sick of paying for it.
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I saw: dead people have living eyes.
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I saw the living, whose eyes are dead.
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Vessels with convolutions are beating, playing on the fly,
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And you don't burn matches by a stretched bowstring.
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Chorus:
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We pluck the strings - and they sing, and they live.
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We are taken over by people for whom we are just a sound.
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We pluck the strings - and they sing, and they live.
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We are taken over by people for whom we are just a sound.
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While the universe is joking, I ask you:
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To understand miracles, I almost pecked myself.
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He looked at them through dead eyes -
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They suddenly became cloudy, like an old man's.
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But I don’t seem to be old, I just didn’t sleep for a long time.
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I walked along sidewalks gray from the moon.
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The life of the pencil case clicked on the lungs at first,
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Then on the liver, so I'm with a fumes.
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I lock myself up, I lag, I often get stupid.
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Not color-blind, but suddenly began to mix colors.
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A new world is being imposed on me, and I want to leave everything as it is.
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Bail out without a mahach.
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Your bolt through your mouth and ears into the brain,
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And listen to the people - a lover of bent poses.
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This cosmos without stars from black holes -
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Why do you hide your faces, why don't you look up.
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Hoping to hide somewhere and being afraid to open a new door.
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This is the only way we know how, otherwise it will be bad for us.
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From recklessness, you know, there are only two steps, two steps to a miracle.
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They would have let me go, and I certainly would not have returned.
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Under the feet of the native Earth, only there is no strength to smile anymore.
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They circled and left. |
Sooner or later everything will work out.
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After cold, long winters, summer will not show us its face.
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You can be silent for a long time - they will not believe that you are just silent like that.
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They calculate by the eyes, like an animal - waiting for you to growl.
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The pain won't go away. |
Every day it will rot more and more.
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I would calm down for a moment, but I can't believe it - why is it all in vain?
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Why is everything in vain? |
Why is everything in vain?
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Why why why…
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Chorus:
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We pluck the strings - and they sing, and they live.
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We are taken over by people for whom we are just a sound.
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We pluck the strings - and they sing, and they live.
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We are taken over by people for whom we are just a sound.
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We pluck the strings - and they sing, and they live.
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We are taken over by people for whom we are just a sound.
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We pluck the strings - and they sing, and they live.
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We are taken over by people for whom we are just a sound. |