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Electricity (BG)
 
My job is simple – I look at the light,
A motive comes to me, I select words.
But every night, when rises star,
I hear the waves lapping, which are not here.
 
My way is longer than this trail behind back.
And I remember what was shown to me –
White town on the distant hill,
Light of high stars on road home.
But electricity is looking me in the face,
And asks my voice;
But I say, "To the one who saw town, already
Don't need your ring."
 
Too early for the circus,
Too late for the start of a hike to holy land.
We are moving slowly as if wax was melting;
In this there is no more sense –
Hello, children of colorless days!
If I was crimson-scarlet bird,
I would take you home;
If I was…
 
Each house has windows upward;
From each door can be done step;
But if your way is imprinted with chalk on the asphalt –
Where will you go when the snow falls?
But electricity is looking me in the face,
And asks my voice;
But I say, "To the one who saw town, already
Don't need your..."
Electricity is looking me in the face,
And asks my voice;
But I say, "To the one who saw town, already
Don't need your ring."


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