A fragment of the moon over the antennas of the pegs
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And life begins again with a turn,
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You are in your heart this lunar fragment,
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As a sign of the boundary, put it down forever.
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After all, the business of men, overcoming anxiety,
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Securely hold a slightly trembling steering wheel
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And silently look at the night road,
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So that the compass of the soul shows the right path,
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Showed the right path...
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The roar of turbines constantly finds us,
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Lights of foreign cities flash to us,
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Of course, we are leaving the past,
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And yet, when leaving, dear, look back.
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After all, the business of men, overcoming anxiety,
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Securely hold a slightly trembling steering wheel
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And silently look at the night road,
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So that the compass of the soul shows the right path,
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Showed the right path...
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And in the hour of failure so awkward movement,
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And it seems suddenly that everything is already decided,
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That life consists of only defeats,
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And our victories are long forgotten.
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After all, the business of men, overcoming anxiety,
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Securely hold a slightly trembling steering wheel
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And silently look at the night road,
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So that the compass of the soul shows the right path,
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Showed the right path...
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Here the moon has disappeared, like a night runner,
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Only her mirages are visible through the clouds,
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But the point is that the full moon will come
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And full of joy, and full of life.
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After all, the business of men, overcoming anxiety,
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Securely hold a slightly trembling steering wheel
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And silently look at the night road,
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So that the compass of the soul shows the right path,
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Showed the right path... |