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Maybe, what makes you great..
don't understand how and why.
Perhaps, the insignificant thing..
has been seen in a nut ship.
Maybe, what makes you great..
is not difficult to see.
Perhaps, every wink hides...
the key you are trying to have.
You see, it is too big for us...
and there is a risk of alarm again.
Maybe, when everything dies down...
luck will defeat us again.
And in the coming and going of unmarked plans...
the universal bomb falls on you;
There is no collision, no law, no gravity
that can make you fall... even if they try to hit.
Perhaps, the walls bark...
and the ceiling begins to run,
they will say that the giant fell
and a puddle has opened at your feet.
Maybe, what makes you great..
don't understand how and why.
Perhaps, what makes me great...
is having you in front of you again.
And in the coming and going of unmarked plans...
the universal bomb falls on you;
but there is no collision, no law, no gravity
that can make you fall... even if they try to hit.
A drum sounds, it echoes on the threshold...
it comes this way, it attracts me like a magnet.
I don't know what makes you great,
I don't understand how and why.
A drum sounds, it echoes on the threshold...
it comes this way, it attracts me like a magnet.
But there is no great equation or formula
that helps you understand... what lies behind.