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(1k) We will follow that hidden path, we will find what we need

just like that, it’s lit up with light, a quiet blow of the wind blows further, everything in the night will dissolve at once

and at this hour time slows down sharply.

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It’s unlikely that there will be a sad path more crooked than the road, but we will get from threshold to threshold

smashing our feet into blood on the stones, they are like sharp sabers for us

(p) That path where the light does not converge like a wedge

There are so many songs that won’t be sung at that propinka

(2k) Late hour, a rumble like a siren, the light from the houses of that village is already visible

there's a column of smoke and we're soaked, soaked in fresh air, now it's going to rain

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let's get there and I know the story won't end, the lonely poplar, the lonely back room, the wind blows across the field

and how we can all get by in silence

let's go back to the light

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