| Chorus:
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| Somewhere there is a crimson sunset
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| Somewhere there is a scarlet dawn
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| Somewhere there are wings in the clouds
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| Somewhere out there on the sand
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| Somewhere out there our dreams
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| Somewhere out there we go to the light
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| Somewhere there could be me and you
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| Somewhere there we are not.
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| First Verse: Triagrutrika
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| Look how fun
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| The sky hangs its head
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| Black holes gape
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| To not be sad
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| With a sidekick we succumbed
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| Leaves stick to wet asphalt
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| He says it's time to go, he says, to Malta
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| They are here...
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| My friend says to me, moving backgammon
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| Powder, to the point of shivering, on the skin
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| Fuck on the faces of passers-by who look like cats
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| Frozen, disheveled, let's sum up the day
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| Deboshim, oh God, I lived, you too
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| And the reins are not thrown, maybe they lived
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| Maybe we'll crush the good heads with our hands
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| In the hallway we will put the uninvited guests
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| Yes, leaving the bones.
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| Chorus:
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| Somewhere there is a crimson sunset
|
| Somewhere there is a scarlet dawn
|
| Somewhere there are wings in the clouds
|
| Somewhere out there on the sand
|
| Somewhere out there our dreams
|
| Somewhere out there we go to the light
|
| Somewhere there could be me and you
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| Somewhere there we are not.
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| Second Verse: Triagrutrika
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| Salute to all those who woke up in time
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| And at the start, ready to break into a new day
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| To make it hot
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| spin the planet like a basketball
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| And make the essence of your whole life
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| Make the best punch
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| Come on, ore, pick yourself up and be hot
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| Finish what you once started very powerfully
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| Return to the roots, where there are a lot of your best qualities
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| After all, this world is how right, how deceitful
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| I am here to leave the state of eternal coma
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| And keep all the universal laws in balance
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| There our people hide their heads under their hoods,
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| But glad when the sun breaks through the curtains
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| My business is in order, dad returned to the house,
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| Come on, quickly give me the slippers!
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| What's inside me is now inside my notebook
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| And everything that prevented me from living, I tore into rags.
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| Third Verse: Triagrutrika
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| Open your eyes, spring has melted the old places
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| There is one chance in a hundred to become someone, but it has already been
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| Right now, look what a slob, it’s already ugly
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| Exhaled, it's good that you forgot me,
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| But there was no time, but there was
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| I was in such a hurry to solve things that the mobile phone burned my pants
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| I want to do so much, thanks to everyone who is with us,
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| And with whom the paths parted, happily!
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| Maybe for the future, right now I’ll throw in a couple of lines
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| About measured old age and our personal island
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| Something may be left, under the moon on the pavement
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| I don’t feel sorry for letting go, x. |
| i with you
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| Let's skip a little more, how easy this art is
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| Fight, you would hear how your feelings were awakened
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| Oh, if so, then with two wallpaper, from large columns
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| Aiming straight for the heart, pressing the trigger.
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| Chorus:
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| Somewhere there is a crimson sunset
|
| Somewhere there is a scarlet dawn
|
| Somewhere there are wings in the clouds
|
| Somewhere out there on the sand
|
| Somewhere out there our dreams
|
| Somewhere out there we go to the light
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| Somewhere there could be me and you
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| Somewhere there we are not. |