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The day is drawing to a close -
Run away from him
Past the eyes of strangers
Every night.
Goodbye to the fire
World of viscous nets,
I'm flying towards
To the lands of strange ideas
To the countries of the best people
Into the world of great undertakings.
I would like to be with you
To fly there.
There is no fear and no lie
Pain, grief, war.
Only me, only you
Only me, only ...