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Under the howling wind

Sing me a lullaby.

Life as a chess board.

You can't cross the line...

Around only lust and vulgarity,

Here is no genuine smiles.

A strange similarity of past and future.

And want to fall like a stone,

When inspiration will disappear.

Slaves of our own schemes.

Useful only as a pawns.

My aspirations as a flightless bird

Not fly above the rooftops, but we must to try...

And I look with fear in the insane faces,

And I do not know why still I'm so scared.

And want to fall like a stone,

When inspiration will disappear.

Slaves of our own schemes.

Useful only as a pawns.

So staying alone with you,

I want to hear the lullaby of wind.

When the game is over.

When figures leave the board.