Today you bet on the freak complex
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And tomorrow your head will play in their box.
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There is only one gap between the future and the present,
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Just one rest at the end of this gloomy thicket.
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Today you paint pictures and spin the roulette wheel,
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And tomorrow - you sob into your vest for help from above.
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You change your outbuilding on the roof for a solid cage
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And mark a coin of luck, and write with bullets,
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and you write and you write...
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And since you
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Likeness in God did not come out,
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Don't care about everyone's happiness!
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But the path cannot be interrupted overnight,
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Gliding over sunflower roofs!
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Don't waste ammo
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Sobbing over the fate of the superfluous, -
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The Almighty does not appreciate bows
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Like a gesture of millions
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Free but poor
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Soul…
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Today you make a move without foreseeing the limit,
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And tomorrow you will regret the ultimate ignorance.
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Just one thing, one, so to speak, undertaking -
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And life lost consciousness, and death grew cold.
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Today they don’t beat the lying down - tomorrow they finish them off.
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It happens ... it happens, it happens and worse -
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It happens that they forget about them, leaving them for dinner,
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It happens: it’s beautiful on the outside, but it breaks inside -
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It happens, it happens.
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And since you
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Likeness in God did not come out,
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Stay at least yourself!
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Or a step from the crowd after fate -
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Nothing without fences and towers?
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Walking does not kill the distance -
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Here is a fad of greyhounds and cops.
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The evil one does not tolerate radiance
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As the essence of punishment
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Crooked and clumsy
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Soul…
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To the complex of freaks
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You will be issued a patent
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Any impotent
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All times and peoples.
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And you, having received a document from him,
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Lepi monument
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From hard rock
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And you wake up to live in it, not knowing the reasons,
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Not knowing words and not trying sleep,
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Like thousands of thousands of puny men,
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Forgotten the sacred word Spring -
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All those who
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Likeness in God did not come out
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And in vain climbs into the devils!
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Their faces fit just right, but
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It's not about the faces here, but higher!
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Freedom, freedom, freedom
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They need for complete happiness,
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And they are only weather forecasts,
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Crosses and campaigns -
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As a symbol of participation
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To them… |