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The Cuckoo

How many songs are yet left to be written
Tell me, the Сuckoo. Sing out.
Should I move to suburbs or the city
Lay as a rock or burn like the star above
Above.
 
Sunshine of mine, just look at me now
My empty palm has turned into fist
If there is a fuse, then light it up
Like this
 
Who will take the solitary path ahead
Those who were brave and strong
Went ahead and perished in a battle. A fight.
Just a few are left in decent memory
With clear head and sure hand in line
In line
 
Sunshine of mine, just look at me now
My empty palm has turned into fist
If there is a fuse, then light it up
Like this
 
What about my freedom-liberty
With whom are you now
Meeting the sunrise together? Do speak.
Good to be with you, not good without you
The enduring head and shoulders yielded to the whip.
The whip
 
Sunshine of mine, just look at me now
My empty palm has turned into fist
If there is a fuse, then light it up
Like this
 
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