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They advised not to think about the end of my life

Because it is selfish

Depleted souls

They sing about rebirth with the new hope to carry on the kin

Decline of norms, when the spirit is weak

When the mind is enslaved by the base desires

Burial ground. It is a due reward for the pain

Desperate prayers. It makes me laugh

I'll embrace you, so brave, and then lay into the grave

Flesh and blood feed the ground - here the apple-tree grows

Fruits of work of billions. The dream constructed on the bones

Oh, the greats, your fate was to make a sacrifice

They inquire for the main sense of my life

The evolution law. Why don't I follow it?

Narrow minds. how can I get to know what is freedom, being slaves?

But I am the God. Praise me! I am the God now

Applaud! I am the God. Praise me! I am the God now

I embrace you, so brave, and then lay into the grave

Flesh and blood feed the ground - here the apple-tree grows

Fruits of work of billions. The dream constructed on the bones

Oh, the greats, your fate was to make a sacrifice

Who tasted the fruit

Would not think about the price of his choice: This is so slightly

Not benighted mind

I can improve myself and the world at my will

In eternal life - no bounds, no laws

All the Earth, the sky are mine