I have never traveled in fast trains,
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He didn’t run away, didn’t catch up, only sometimes he ran in a circle.
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Fear settled in me one night,
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The donkey settled inside me like a pitch and became my friend without a fish.
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He painted the sky for me in the corner of the window,
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And he turned wallpaper stains into a map of the world,
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But I knew that that magical land
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She lay next to the wall, at a distance of freedom.
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When fear would be good,
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I would gnaw through the leash
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And broke the collar
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But the situation is
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What won't come for Christmas
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Neither mother nor wizard.
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How I envied the homeless and the barefoot,
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I dreamed of long-distance trains, of those that would be pulled out of the circle.
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But my stubborn fear looked sideways at the clock
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And he went no further than dreams - at a distance of fright.
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Fear filled me and the house,
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Fear covered me with an umbrella -
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And nowhere to go.
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The sky looms in the distance
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But on a short leash
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Do not run away from childhood.
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Reconciliation, reconciliation along the river -
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stories under bridges.
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Run away from home, run away from home -
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They call the lone flocks.
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Sparks, sparks from the hand -
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Light up, little ones!
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Fiends, fiends, like animals -
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They are unbearable in a cage.
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We are so close that we cannot be divided into two,
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And fear tried to become stronger, to plug me into my belt.
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But this night there was no magic,
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And fear, stepping ahead of me, fell under the fastest train.
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That train was running at full speed,
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And fear left my heart,
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From the heels, from the liver.
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And I'm chasing him
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I could not understand only one thing:
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Am I a dog or a wolf cub?
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Reconciliation, reconciliation along the river -
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Tantrums under bridges.
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Run away from home, run away from home -
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They call the lone flocks.
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Sparks, sparks from the hand -
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Light up, little ones!
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Fiends, fiends, like animals -
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They are unbearable in a cage.
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I have never ridden fast trains... |