The outfit is free
Here the subjects and treatment meet
The seashore, the railway is not visible and no viewers are visible
It is visible on the sickbed full
Dirty dishes where yesterdays await the new coming
Angels do not make the way for this inspiration to live
No trombone sounds no incense myrrh
No pentagram with its corners brings Sofia deep ¤ words
But just faded away as if under discipline
Crying amid the rhythm, a memory of something to come
This is not a game at all
This is not a game at all
Savior heroes of wasted moments
Speaker and listener brother sister
Who knows the curses of the mountain of loneliness
And the difficulty of climbing
Don't want to try ¤Ã¤
As long as what is called life
Throws crumbs into the hand
Year by year weaker
Not this I liked
Sing the eternal chorus
When the icons of time accuse gentle smiles
Until the face rots
Until I remember everything by heart and there will be no more actions
This is not a game at all
This is not a game at all
(And the virgin in the jester's costume lays down her trump cards, overturns the table
The first and second soldiers answer only to each other
And the madmen wait their turn with knives ready
The winner is the one who notices in time)
No this is not a game at all
This is not a game at all

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