When the life is a long, sleepless night,
I write the world to be a home
where you travel the long shoreline
between the ocean and the land.
When the tracks blend in the mud,
you want to get away from all the answers.
Be frightening like a flame of the spring,
be beautiful like a blooming tree.
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In the waves of the ocean current,
or into the wind, in its writing,
Fly, my mind, fly
You can go, I'm not afraid at all.
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And the right wing is white
And the left one is black.
And the day is like gold of the sun
And the night is cold, lightless.
And the right wing is white
And the left one is black.
Don't fall, look down.
There you spent enough time,
Thinking, how to stop.
By the words of an old poet,
full of defiance and beauty
I'll create white seafoam for the length of a shoreline,
You beautiful like a suffering god.
I'm tired of many words,
I'm tired of myself.
If you say: "Leave everything, follow me",
I would leave and follow.
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