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In nineteen forty five I came to this planet
Last night I was listening to a singer, one of many
And my eyes were swollen with amazement at hearing
The blue sky appears clear and regal
(The sky sometimes, however, has something infernal)
Strange days, we live strange days
He sang, I hear swing noises coming from the
Neolithic, from the Holocene
I hear the sound of a violin and they surround me
The dawn and the morning
Who knows what the Amazon River was like then
And Alexandria the great and the prayers and
The Love? Who knows what the color was like?
Sounds licked me that covered anger
And revenge of men with clubs
But also battles and massacres of civilized men
The neozoic man of quaternary era
Strange days, we live strange days
In the voice of a singer, the sun is reflected
Every beloved every lover
Strange days, we live strange days