The roofs of the houses shriveled,
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Fenki hid in the sleeve.
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We are burning into the sky, but for what -
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So I still don't know.
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Blood, vanity, voices,
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The loudest: "Forward and bold!"
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But something gets in the eye -
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Either memory, or fluff from poplars.
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Wait, we will soon finish the war,
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Let's sit down and smoke
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Let's be quiet.
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You will still come home
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Tired but alive
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Only what we love.
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The truth didn't reach us
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But who got
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This war.
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Death bows at the feet
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Wait, already on the road
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Our spring.
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Souls wander along the ladder
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To the clouds-ships.
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They swallowed trouble with us,
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They left without saying goodbye.
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They no longer sing with us,
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Our Righteous One has already saved them.
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But while the sun is burning,
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These souls pray for us.
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Wait, we will soon finish the war,
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Let's sit down and smoke
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Let's be quiet.
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You will still come home
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Tired but alive
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Only what we love.
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The truth didn't reach us
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But who got
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This war.
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Death bows at the feet
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Wait, already on the road
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Our spring.
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Life is our rights
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The cross is both heaven and essence.
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Let the house go for firewood
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I'll get mine somehow.
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Everything will go away, it will hurt,
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God willing, we will not perish in a binge.
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Morning will pave the way for us
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Flowers and burning dew.
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Wait, we will soon finish the war,
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Let's sit down and smoke
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One for two.
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You will still come home
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And white line
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Write your own verse.
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We have long been fed up with the war,
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We are almost killed
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Why are we at war.
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Death is somewhere behind
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And behind that mountain
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Spring is dancing!
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Spring is dancing
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Our spring! |