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investigators
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I'm lying with my head to the east, only a cross above me, a pine tree, a deep boot pressed into the
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barrenness, a memory filled with years, a rotten naïve skeleton, a fool, so I need to
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count the covers for the 요�ga parquet designer BellOS and counting a quoting this typical significator Neko
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levy andç
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saw my log history
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You and me, we are the gift of God
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And everyone would have the same faith as the Creator
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But He is still a simple creation, a simple name of life
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I look at Him with my own eyes, through thick and thin
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I know His faith, I know it very well, I know God
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I'm the same kind of person, I walked away from life, I flew away, I danced and I went away
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And for what? So that the forgotten scum in the hall would sing
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Our eyes wept, but we froze in ecstasy
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But finally I left life, and it's not because of the curses and the curses
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I take off my rock goja, look into your eyes, smile to the sky
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No, what? See not dust, but illusory wonder
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There was no end to the world, finis mundi, eschatology
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So you're splashing away, but what will you leave this world for?
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Your powerful things? No.
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I didn't guess this world was a carnival, rather than a caravan
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This world is like an amphitheater, where Eliada plays forever
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We go behind or next, but not ahead between heaven and hell
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Yes, so we need it, if we fight for the truth, then what is heaven?
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This is the vision of Eliada Mircea
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We are like Kicikic, we are as fashionable as Mitchell
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Like elephants, smiling, but not like Claude de Lynch
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Like God Da Vinci, you can't tell us, we are millennials
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Every day we save ourselves under the blanket, and in our eyes we are exactly drunk
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We are like wine in the stories
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Head up, I lie head up
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Above me is only a cross, a pine tree, a pressed down brush, a deep boot
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Filled with memory, the rotten naive skeleton is a fool
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So we need it, but what is the blanket hiding in the park?
This video in Finnish was translated to English, Suomi on November 28, 2022, using Targum.video AI translation service.
