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 |