| Looks at me tomorrow
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| TOMORROW IS LOOKING AT ME
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| I came out of my childhood suddenly - how I surfaced, how I turned around.
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| I felt ice in my bosom, threw the bones and stopped hoping.
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| Of those who left before me, not one has yet returned,
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| And there is no one to explain to me why I came out of childhood.
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| But the morning brings me mail, which means that from now on I will
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| Not to the right, not to the left, but just a little to the east of the west.
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| In the cracks of culture where Little Voodoo is a cult
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| I will be a hole among the stars sprayed from a spray bottle.
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| I could cling to the roots
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| but my roots are above -
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| Tomorrow is looking at me.
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| Tomorrow is looking at me -
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| And it requires an author.
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| I went out of fashion deliberately - without violating the ban.
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| Others looked after me, but no one dared to repeat.
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| I came out of there different, like a Catholic from the minaret walls,
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| And someone shouted after me that you can’t go into fashion twice.
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| I could go down the stage like a snail into a prompter booth,
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| Into the impure sky of the backstage, where the crystal is embodied in a cufflink,
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| Where ripe cane, reaching the top, turns into powder,
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| Bypassing obviously the main stage - the stage of sugar.
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| Such a game of "mutabora"
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| I just saw in a coffin -
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| Tomorrow is looking at me.
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| Tomorrow is looking at me -
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| And looking for a co-author.
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| I would be an excellent student in life, if I didn’t become a good one,
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| Whenever he came out of the foam of heroes dry and unrecognized.
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| And where reality becomes beige, warm, fluffy,
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| Impartial blood muses call me to the board...
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| Another night passed in anticipation of a mature miracle,
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| In an attempt to recreate oneself from a deliberately dead atom.
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| But the morning brings me mail, which means I'm from there too -
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| I am just a wrinkle in the smile of the Sad Improviser.
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| I came out of childhood, which means
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| remained in childhood in debt -
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| Tomorrow is looking at me
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| Through the double window
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| Tomorrow is looking at me
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| Through someone else's eyes.
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| Tomorrow is looking at me -
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| And I don't care anymore
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| Tomorrow is looking at me -
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| I can't refuse him.
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| It's more excitement
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| It is like bread and wine.
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| Tomorrow is looking at me
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| It's like songs in delirium.
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| Tomorrow is looking at me -
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| We are already at one with him.
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| And above the scorched castle
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| Rising in front of everyone
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| Black and white rainbow. |