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And we have a red sea in our meadow
What we dream about in our dreams
Blooming apple tree, we buy juice cookers
We always prepare bamboo in advance
To the sound of the violin we admired the rain
We didn't have a single World Junior Championship medal
Backpack on our shoulders, we go to the groin
We are responsible for our planet, think about it
Planet, ball, fall - we hope for your extermination
What we don't see at first glance
We are rooting for our Brazil
So we hide behind the masks of life