Hey, are you one of them,
Who got lost in the world and won't find a way?
None of us is ready
Until the lid of a coffin is closed
From under a dead tree
You see from its only branch:
Your life's small map is hanging,
The one you open - it falls to pieces in your hands
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Hey, carry your life in a pocket
Close to the home of your heart
No one could save it
If it were to fall - your glass world
It feels like the earth is opening underneath
It makes the walls of your fragile world crack
But it would feel more difficult
If you weren't able to look your enemy in the eyes
From under a dead tree
You see from its only branch:
The broken arrows are hanging,
Those which are pointing to different right directions
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Your glass world...
If it falls...
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When you carry your life in a pocket
Close to the home of your heart
Then you can't go astray
Nor drop your glass world
Your glass world...