The baby's first cry in a deep forest no one knows
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Entirely pure, like thunder similar to anger,
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The wind asks where you are going with a cynical echoing voice
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The youth has not yet chosen a road in his energetic days
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He feels drowned just by making a choice
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His awakened self is becoming detached from kindness
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Pray to sólnce, sólnce [2]
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Béloje plámja [3], footsteps approach it even in the short summer
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Without searching for a reason
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"That time when I still knew nothing,
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That time when I accomplished nothing,
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My innocent wish was suitable to be called a dream
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I'm sure at that time I knew that innocent, child-like brightness
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"Remembering those times makes me blush
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I raise my voice to deny it
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And yet, my regret extends into something unpleasantly sweet
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That's because I have not completely lost it
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I still hold that mysterious radiance
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While feeling a disgust almost to the point of hatred,
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I am searching for something to somehow soothe me with laughter
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Forever haunted by my foolishness
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I set traps again today as proof of my immaturity
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If I say it is all because of my youth,
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I wonder if I can regain some of my tranquil heart?
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I wonder if one day, the maturity that comes from
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Following your own path with resolve, will visit my body someday?
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I still don't understand anything..."
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Everything comes to an end eventually as if that were obvious,
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I face the sunken scenery and grey sky
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I've grown tired or searching, so I can't blame tomorrow
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Time comes and goes before long it will be ripe
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And will overflow from my hands
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Béloje plámja, A frozen field of snow engulfs everything
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"In the season when living things sleep,
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We must endure a long, long loneliness
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As I listen for frozen beings underneath the snow
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I imagine there must be sign of them somewhere
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I wonder if there's any way
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To master the idleness of these long years?
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Is there no particular reason I'm playing alone?
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It's not really an important question
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We just accept the fate and long time that has been thrust upon us
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I simply make a face like the way is dark, like I'm up to something
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I disguise my true self, hide away my grief,
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And someday it will become the truth
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Even though I have no interest in this abyss of life,
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The gloomy despair grows in my heart
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Because I must find an answer that suits me
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The sun on the slope burns my eyelids
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It seems a little early still for sunset"
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Until the distant days are dyed in darkness rather than eternity
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I count the lonely mornings on my fingers, without fearing
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The destruction of the raging wind
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I decorate the hands headed for a journey with flowers of hope
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Did the petals you grasped give some meager resistance?
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Béloje plámja, Sadness wanders in the frozen field of snow
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sudšbá, a beautiful and quiet secret place
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Is shrouded in white flame
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