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I'm going down the mountains
Blind by the sawmill
Saved by the image
By the imagination
Of a ballerina on the asphalt
Doing curves on roller skates
I'm going down the mountain
Blind by the fog
You can't even imagine
How curvy this road is
It looks like a dead snake
At the gates of paradise
Hell was left behind
With the lights up there
Heaven would not be a rhyme
Nor would it be a solution
A dog's day
A month of naughty dogs
Order in chaos
Cloudy eyes
A dog walks in circles
Behind the own tail
A dog's day
A month of naughty dogs
Order in chaos
Tired eyes
There is nothing new
In the serpent's egg
it's always the same story
(it's so hard to leave)
it's always the same story
(it's impossible to stay)< br/>It's always harder to say goodbye
When there's nothing left to say
It's much harder to say goodbye
When there's nothing left to say say