| I've just come from there, from the dark side of the sun
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| I saw a miracle, and he still laughs at me
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| Gondon, how much do you know?
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| Wow, what wings, so you don't fly?
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| Did you grow it for show off? |
| And what the hell do you need?
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| You are still sitting in a cozy warm puddle
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| Built a castle out of his own feces
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| You yourself live in it, away from fears and doubts
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| You look out the window at all human passions
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| Staying on the sidelines, thinking that this is happiness,
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| But where is your ship sailing? |
| Back or forward?
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| Soars in the clouds? |
| Or is it standing still?
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| You don't know yourself and don't suffer much
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| You don't want anything, you don't dream of anything
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| You don't believe in anything and you don't want to believe
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| Are you happy? |
| At least you think so
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| And where is it, that happiness? |
| You show your finger
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| Somewhere where there is no hate and lies
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| There is only dirt around, of which you are a part
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| And you don't even try to get out of it
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| Wandering around the world in a windowless box
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| Light-sound-fearproof cocoon
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| Memory of the past - black and white wrappers
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| Fun day, hangover year, no romance
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| Are you afraid to die, not knowing what you live for
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| Aimless and unprincipled existence you attract
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| You live in this world without a residence permit, registration
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| Ask if there is a way out of this situation
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| Drugs? |
| No, they definitely won't help.
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| They can only drive deeper into the ocean of shit
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| There you will definitely drown, not distinguishing an enemy from a friend
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| Anchored instead of a lifeline
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| The bar of your development has frozen sharply at sixteen
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| You are nine out of ten, that is, complete misery
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| The nothingness that your thoughts have become
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| After selling yourself
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| You are natural in the society where you were woven
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| You live with new strength and make yourself innocent
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| Selling yourself like this, at any cost
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| If only they would give more and take them away
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| So that everyone can see that they have stolen money
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| Which were stolen and idly given to her
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| They play the piano for you, where they lost their honor
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| Well, whiskey was served, they even indicated the place,
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| But they bought you, beckoned with a finger
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| Released at the gathering, after the pile was lowered,
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| And at this time, a simple mind builds
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| Your own house of cards
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| The last one thinks he's the first
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| A lump stuck in the throat
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| The sun does not see the shadow it casts
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| The chill of death next to the creation of love
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| Break the thread of life stretched by poverty
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| Spur on development needs
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| Old, and yet the truth does not grow old
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| Everywhere as when walking, the answer is one
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| I am faithful to the humble truth
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| Now two words only about my fate
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| I am the son of creativity and the poet's prodigality
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| After listening to the silence, say goodbye to the moment!
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| Life without cost goes into the distance
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| Let me take brother, no cost way
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| Think so as not to lose anything
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| So you need to know your breath, I climb higher
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| While it's hot, I strike iron |