| Zagi…
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| Notorious…
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| Dead…
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| Recluse. |
| Cancer hermit.
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| Among complex sentences and simple pencils
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| Searching for a solution, digging deep down to the cell level
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| But the chance to get out from where it is already up to the neck is so rare.
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| And I went without asking permission,
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| Having sacrificed myself, drawing a target on myself,
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| for the clichés and whispers of lying mice to
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| Consciously stay without sewing anything to anything!
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| BUT! |
| And I won't get better
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| And I will not become decoration on your buffet table
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| Ah, I'm just digging my own trench
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| Without looking at your papier-mâché souls.
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| After all, I found what I had been looking for in vain for a long time.
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| The secret of everything and so lay underfoot, like a chip,
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| All these years. |
| just after their passage -
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| I understood the order of things.
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| Chorus:
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| BUT! |
| Between good and evil, at the very bottom of the rift -
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| Listen, I found my craft.
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| The seed has been sown, the foundation has been laid in it.
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| Time passed and this muzlo grew!
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| Yo! |
| Between good and evil, at the very bottom of the rift -
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| Listen, I found my craft.
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| The seed is thrown, the foundation is laid in it -
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| Time passed and this muzlo grew!
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| Yo!
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| So, not just lucky and, therefore, for the sake of justice -
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| You shouldn't erase a word from an old notebook.
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| After all, looking into the eyes of the truth, I can hardly become a great-grandfather,
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| After all, here - half a life flies by, as if in a day.
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| And someday we will sit down, chop hash, blow
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| 50 each ... - let's remember ours, how it is in hell for them,
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| But until dust accumulated on the equipment -
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| The back of the hand in the same figure.
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| Like on the bank of a river, at rest, against the current
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| I see how a stream flows into her from my speeches
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| A funnel in a golden section spiral.
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| I'll finish the game. |
| Life is a game, it will end in a draw.
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| Everything will disappear, as the action of substances is extinguished;
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| Like the end of a song; |
| like a couple of lines this text.
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| And is the protest embedded in it not meaningless?
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| Only there, and not here, will the secret of the veil be revealed.
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| Between good and evil
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| Chorus:
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| BUT! |
| Between good and evil, at the very bottom of the rift -
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| Listen, I found my craft.
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| The seed has been sown, the foundation has been laid in it.
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| Time passed and this muzlo grew!
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| Yo! |
| Between good and evil, at the very bottom of the rift -
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| Listen, I found my craft.
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| The seed is thrown, the foundation is laid in it -
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| Time passed and this muzlo grew! |