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Ладно. Тогда я тут выложу свой пафосный британский креатиф. Сильно не бить, он вообще на музыку предназначался.

I thought I was light like a bird,
Like a bird or the wind
I thought no one could hurt me
With a word or a deed
I thought: I am flying away right now
Their arrows are harmless; their army has a rout
I am flying away
I’ve a chasm under wings.
Now it feels like an empty,
Spacious grave
There’s a lack of something,
And what – it’s not hard to say
I am sobbing violently right now
I want to crash my shackles, but don’t know how
It’s very unpleasant to see you’re somebody’s slave.

We heard a song of love,
A song of light
Flowers opened their buds,
Stones opened their eyes
We heard: all that was created listened for that sounds
And the sky’s full of stars that no one could count
But we were like blind cripples, we whimpered and cried.
All this time I tried to
Bring you back to life
Now I’m washing my hands of it,
I blunted my knife
Now it’s really time to fly away
To leave you to rot, ‘cause I’m not Frankenstein
I’m not able to revive a walking corpse, though I tried.

Rains fall, rings grow
From year to year
God knows
What hope holds tight to
I see
The waves in my heart,
The wind in a head
Set me
Set me free