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I am entering the narrow corridors
where the fate changes its course/direction
rivers don’t have an end
the world has got out of our hand

the moon shines without a sun
at us

maybe on your own
maybe you’ll find it on your own
that when I am answering with a question
then everything seems to be different
I am just affraid that
you can give up everything
I am affraid to
give up everything

Grating of the braking wheels
this sound comes to our ears
the wind is braking us
trees without treetops
these are people without legs and arms

you’re entering the narrow corridors
when you’re getting lost