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It's you in the feature, in the walk
It's you in a vertical memory
That essence that will not return
That mirror that will reflect
In the silence of sleepless nights
So far from the promised life
And your memory is already fading away.
Napalm smoke
The river doesn't sing, nor do the clouds pass.
In a chance encounter without signs or hints of eternity
As nostalgic and alone as a space traveler
Say goodbye to me, let the city light up for me
If I must go down, let it be fighting.
Manliness of arrests at the windowsill of my animal soul
And now I sing, I serenely lie
I build a wall with the remains
I walk upright, I lie to myself and I believe
That by lying to me I understand the firmament
Burn the ships, return to high altitudes
And to be a truchiman
Now I emerge, blue centaur
To soothe my conscience
That bitch I lost
Our horizon vanished
He now defends a square that is deserted.
It's you in the feature, in the walk
It's you in the vertical memory
That essence that will reflect
The tranquility that is a summer breeze
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