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I want to cry - cry,
No one will pity you.
All the trees will rush
All the trees rush to sing.

Run from the madmen
Do not run from problems
What we called the sun -
There is the warmth of our bodies.

All doubt
All our past is
To the curd cloud

Protect yourself from the darkness
Like a fire.
Take care as sweet
Not called the forest.

We will be tightened, we will perish
In this black tar
Our bodies will turn to stone.
Stop obeying the darkness.