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To the sound of the violin we admired the rain
The lines are green with white stripes
We arrived at the sea by car around the sand
We didn't have a single World Junior Championship medal
Backpack on our shoulders, we go to the groin
We have the most innovative lenses for your eyes
Great, we shake the architect's hand
Planet, ball, fall - we hope for your extermination
What we don't see at first glance
So we hide behind the masks of life
We bought our son a small inexpensive motorcycle
Sometimes we all need warmth