I feel an "upgrade" with every new book
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Something lives inside, something we have to find
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An endless search someone considers empty
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The thirst for knowledge leads others to the monastery
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I contemplate the beautiful, choosing an epithet
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In the fact that they are trying to burn us out, drown us in blood
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On my way in your eyes I will see the lights
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Let's hug eagerly - I'm not alone
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We will spend our lives to find the source
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Put all your warmth into each line
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Among crumpled sheets and broken ties
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Through the spiritual drought to seek your oasis
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We will mark the birthplace of power on the map
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And the whole story of wanderings in MP3 format
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Pilgrims of the universe, unknown paths
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The mind is like a staff, a support, the basis of the foundations
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And it just so happened, people have no other choice
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Everyone will find something inside themselves after years
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Someone follows nowhere, someone has not followed at all for a long time
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Someone forgot about the importance of the main things
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And it's better early than late to come at least to something
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Paving routes inside your noosphere
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The search is difficult, but built up by the zeal to know the truth
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So it’s not in vain and justified spending
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There is definitely something within the framework of a single field
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Where new discoveries make new history
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And even with pain, but the dream becomes a goal
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With blood and sweat, suffocating, but everyone will find something
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And this something will become the main reference point for him.
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Black and white reality will be replaced by a bright world
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How strongly believing in yourself, so quickly
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He runs against the wind in search of a new meaning
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Different countries and time zones
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It's still early for me, you're already closing your eyes
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Let there not be many of us for hundreds of kilometers
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More importantly, we are on the same path
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The stock is enough in theory, the path is not close
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The goal is somewhere among these notes
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Thoughts are like knitting needles, again the soul of a tit
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I know somewhere the firebird is hiding from me
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Along unexplored paths, sometimes with furious anger
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Sometimes with a pure flame of excitement, flowing on the way, it’s necessary
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Forgive me, hardly, everyone who sees me as a traitor hello at the start
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Know that on my map the edges of the search for Nov with a ring are marked
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I couldn’t set the given vector, and if it’s scary, suddenly or again a dead end
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Then pilgrims from neighboring lands will point to a new door
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Click, click, hello again universe
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I am an endless search, I have a lot of questions
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Travelers with me in different time zones
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Do you remember? |
This is all of me, this is my trilogy
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Different countries and time zones
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It's still early for me, you're already closing your eyes
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Let there not be many of us for hundreds of kilometers
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More importantly, we are on the same path |