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Paradise lies on the tips of copies
To see it is necessary to dare to go blind
To have suffered as a sheet of dry feet
As orders them invisible wind

And damp grass will smoke
Under weightless coal-feet
And will bask animals and birds
Not frightened of fire traces
After all ..

I do not believe in anything I do not believe
Neither I can not believe I just know
I do not believe in anything I do not believe
Neither I can not believe I just know
The sun is burning in me,
The sun is burning in me
While burning in me

Swallow a wounded bullet in turn
And find ohotnichka even in the dungeon
Throwing off the lead and in the sky will come back
In the passage to us from the spring will bring fun

Hochenka endless sat crouched in
Pomurlykat lie on warm knees
Tribunal Filial dot
And the owner to put the prison wall

I do not believe in anything I do not believe
Neither I can not believe I just know
I do not believe in anything I do not believe
Neither I can not believe I just know
The sun is burning in me,
The sun is burning in me
While burning in me

Mazes long on the road to the Castle
Only it is not a hindrance for avalanches
Not paint, cute, us black frame
Us have not yet established - in the hands of our clay

Oh, to sleep, these terrible tales
For minnows, brothers, seasoned life
Bored waste time in vain to interpret them
About the victory of the fallen and the joy of the doomed