The beautiful is ugly, you say
And I'm feeling cold,
But I'm not going anywhere,
When you open the window
And let the wind blow.
There's no-one to be seen on the streets,
To shout to "Thank you!"
You open my chest like a lantern,
You light candles inside there.
The flame is like the shape of a human life.
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And moon light/white goes over the roofs
Lighting us,
And moon light/white goes over the roofs
Encouraging us.
So, save the world,
Do it already today;
Do something impossible.
Beautiful is ugly, I know,
And easy is cheap,
But I can't believe in chances,
Even if the wind is blowing the leafs/sheets.
The same wind everywhere
Before it all blows up,
This dusk will turn into a memory
Before it will fade away.
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Something impossible.
(impossible don't ask, don't ask for yourself)