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
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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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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
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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. |