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I wake up, I'm afraid to open the eyelids
I wonder: & quot; Who is who here? & Quot;
They are responsible, but somehow very vaguely.
All watches have gone away - it is a new time.

Tubes, pipes ... I hear someone calling us?
I entered the house, but there is no place again.
I say no, but it's a conditioned reflex,
Probably too late; too late...

You can ask yourself:
& quot; Where's my beautiful new house? & quot;
You can quote Brian Eno and David Byrne,
But in any communal apartment
Is his own circus,
Steps in Boots in a totally empty hallway.
And you led them further and further,
But the farther into the forest, the easier it is to aim at the back.
And you come home with a heart full of love,
And we broke it together,
Every last time together.

Our hands are accustomed to plastic,
Our hands are afraid to keep money;
But who said that we can not be clearer?
Who says we can not be clearer?

Closing my eyes, I ask the water:
& quot; Water, cleanse us once again & quot ;;
Closing my eyes, I ask the water:
& quot; Water, cleanse us once again & quot ;;
Closing my eyes, I ask the water: & quot; Water, cleanse us ... & quot;