In the glorious city of Gotham, everything is calm,
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In the glorious city of Gotham, peace and quiet.
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That is not a prisoner being escorted,
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They are going to plant potatoes.
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Eliminated heresy and obscurantism,
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No heroes needed here
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And without them, everything is calm, and people have fun,
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Well, if you are a hero - do not go here.
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Where the field of experiments is sown,
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The harvest is rich which year.
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Ear of a peaceful atom with a black ribbon
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It sways and grows above the bolts.
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The whisper of the sleeping marsh huddles and warms,
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But your dream is whining in the dungeons,
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Like a dog tied to a battery
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And all around is total emptiness.
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Be silent while the sunset burns
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After all, hardly anyone will hear.
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But it doesn't matter - you always
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Understand your native silence.
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Silence is the letter and spirit of the law.
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What is the wet cry of cardboard voices to her?
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Silence ends in false faith
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Silence swings in Angleterre.
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Silence has a special tone -
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White painted concrete
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Black snow or red dotted
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A smoke break interrupted by a bright light.
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Laughter and tears - here it is human baggage.
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Either the year is not ours, or the century is not ours -
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They do not give the road either there, not here -
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They say: "Pay for the advantage!"
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And hitherto scary and unfamiliar
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Red laughter rises to the throat.
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And drop by drop fall on the palm -
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Blue wallpaper, a decanter of water.
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White rivers jelly banks -
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This is a dream that Makar sees in the snow.
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And everything is different with us, the back of the head is cracking
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From the glass of undelivered bottles, we would
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Together with Makar, where are we?
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Who will leave the reality of the garbage pit for the sake of dreams?
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Although there are rumors that little by little
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Among us, Daedalus is growing imperceptibly.
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There is no Matryona, but Matryona's court is eternal.
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This truth is staring at us.
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Like a silent reproach, like a call to flight:
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If you are not Daedalus, then who are you? |
Only
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Such heroism has one price:
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For good, be kind, pay in full,
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After all, it is more precious than silence.
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After all, it is more precious than silence ...
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Be silent while the sunset burns
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Burning rooms and roofs.
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And everything to the ground overnight, ash
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Remained only. |
Dear, be quiet.
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Nananana-nananana
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Native silence. |