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Every night the air covers itself with blood
and on awakening everything returns as before
The icy wind is following our existence
and we talk about strange dreams
Something is coming here
but nobody knows what war is
and nobody fights
From up there it looks like a movement of small coloured pies
and it would be funny is somebody realizes it
but to be merciful with idiots is wrong
and the truth lies hidden behind a few leafs
I look through a window your steps carrying you away
invincible, disenchanted steps
Every night the air covers itself with blood
and on awakening everything returns as before
