Washing my sneakers in the rain, looking for answers to questions.
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My home is a distant fire, my heart is on fire at all.
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I'm not interested in the probability of returning,
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And the opinions of forgotten generations about my ideas.
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Tired passers-by, I am a symbol of loneliness,
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I personally observe repetitions and with accuracy.
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The route of the Titanic has been verified to the millimeter,
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Without knowledge of luggage, they go on the last journey.
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Clients are here. |
With a smile, volunteers uphill,
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Every now and then they go downhill to be shot,
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Putting new marks on the body.
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The system of opinions is formed on observation,
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The main criterion is Vera's daily updates.
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I see lighthouses in the distance, at the end of the tunnel I'm not afraid of conscience,
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A route has been drawn up, but the story has not been completed.
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Changing experience again continuing the path confidently,
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Checking every door, with those to whom I am faithful.
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A new day will come and it won't hurt us to breathe,
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Step into the light through the shadow, leaving the darkness of the depths.
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As if there was a chance to reverse the channel,
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It's a paradox - many drown when the water is alive!
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This "living water" will be of help to everyone,
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Eyes clear, souls serfs at will.
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On hot coals the path will lead to the light,
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Change of plot, change of clothes of the planet.
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Away with doubts in the urn, because the transition is inevitable,
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Sand changes vessels, the crunch of broken rods.
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Boldly step forward, listening to the whisper at the heart,
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Creating living things, open more and more new doors
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Children's dreams, adult dreams, why?
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If you hide them from the sun's rays for thousands of years.
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Actually whose, if not yours, this world?
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And he is beautiful if he is noticed by people.
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Depths, sea and mountains will not hide secrets,
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The night will smile with stars shining in the sky.
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And all the pieces in the morning will become a single puzzle:
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New life, new us, new phase!
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A new day will come and it won't hurt us to breathe,
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Step into the light through the shadow, leaving the darkness of the depths.
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As if there was a chance to reverse the channel,
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It's a paradox - many drown when the water is alive!
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Under the yoke of news, the main things fade into the background,
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There is only one goal to line your pocket, and that one is ominous.
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Poison splash my low deeds, no matter what,
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I imagine heaven, and it is so close.
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I build castles in the air for myself, I break them myself,
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It is not easy to switch from a pawn to a king along the edge.
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And these frames of illusory flesh when viewed,
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They interfere with the search for truth in a one-sided dispute.
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A single sea will overwhelm the dry dead land.
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Something will be built, something will be destroyed.
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It doesn't matter, in the land far or near,
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A lonely ship will definitely find its pier.
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Wild storms will be replaced by widespread calm,
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Man has to swim more than one nautical mile.
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Behind the new horizon, the white light is off,
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The end of the eternal chain of "question-answer" has come!!!
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A new day will come and it won't hurt us to breathe,
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Step into the light through the shadow, leaving the darkness of the depths.
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As if there was a chance to reverse the channel,
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It's a paradox - many drown when the water is alive! |