With field
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With field
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With field
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With field
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Where the pulse is in the artery
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Where the eyes shine on the lantern,
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Where there is no intention to pass,
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And, with bated breath, do not p**yat.
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Whether from good intentions
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Again the hunter in me is crucified,
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All leave doubt
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And on the exhale shoot into the forest.
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And the forest will be silent, only a shot
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Together with the echo, it will die in the distance.
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Let darkness be around, but sparks
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And my excitement is insatiable.
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There are a thousand thoughts in my head
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And in the sight of the cross rises
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There my idea is to leave with her,
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And the forend sweats in the hand.
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The wolf in my chest breaks the chains again,
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Breaking the chains again.
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The trunk smokes, sews through the body,
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The wind howls and the taiga is silent,
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And the taiga is silent.
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The trail is bloody in the snow.
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With field
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With field
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With field
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With field
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Look around, you can be seen
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Thermal imager and light glare.
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And brains, as it were,
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Automatic or bolter.
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Laughs maliciously
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Above the snowdrifts is an evil night.
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Look around, you can be seen
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We are where it is dark.
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And steps behind, yes, yes, yes, yes,
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The forest will become a wall, yes, yes, yes, yes,
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And there are no wounded, yes, yes, yes, yes,
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Spotlight light.
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It's so business here
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After all, we are all a food chain.
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Behind your back
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And someone sees a goal in you.
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Our ancestors have long
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They went here for prey,
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And let it not lead
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Neither a spear, nor.
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With field
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With field
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With field
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With field
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Say hello to Artem Velikhin
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And to everyone who is in the subject. |
With field. |