I see the birds flying over me
Into the new electricity
I found a map without any place
I found a gap without any trace
Round scissor
At the evenings we try to be crazy
And at the days we are slaves of the cross
Where should we be?
Where should we be?
At the evenings lazy
Where we can dance on walking hooks
Round scissor
Round scissor
Round scissor
Round scissor
And I'm afraid
For darkened skin
In ecstasy
I won't *
I won't *
In a piece
That won't increase
Less a foul
I won't *
I won't *
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