Bamboo basket Reflector, working brakes Never forget your helmet, trusty Mips See ya, I'm off to the morning market Thirty-three lemons A healthy looking chicken And a dozen of free-range eggs Thanks, keep the change Whistling a tune Pffffth I'm home What a perfect day I hang the sheets out in the yard Oiled up my baking tray Thinking about you mother To recite your famous words All you need are salt and pepper To taste the happiness of life, forever Then the moon rose And cream lemon chicken roasted in the oven Men in black kicked down my front door "Hey, who, what, why?" "You violated Act 617, illegal thoughts You're under arrest" We all know the real answer is "You shouldn't have been born the way you were" And we're packed in a cargo choo-choo train Squeezing against the bodies similar to me With tears rolling down our faces We began to sing (They can never take anything from our souls) Louder and louder (They can never take anything from our souls) Louder and Louder They shaved off my hair Fed me a foreign language Looking on the bright side (Yeah?) I'm alive, I still remember all the people I love So come at me and do your worst All this pain and suffer Don't stand a chance against our iron hearts As the morning came and went And the people stayed and left And the Earth went 'round and around The stars never looked so kind The wind ever so fragrant Through the tiny slit on the wall Every night I was invited to watch A theatre played by moonlit birds They spread their wings Carrying our silenced voices Singing our historic songs Letting everyone in the future know That we existed What a perfect night I felt the urge to write a book Pass down my life Until recently, time didn't feel so fast With my bloody fingertip All I needed were sticks and paper I started to write poems after poems Then the moonlit birds came to meet me They snagged the key, and opened the gates We're finally free I picked up my bicycle Riding home to mother Writing my delusion world I saw a version of heaven Where I sat in my yard Reading a paperback print of my book On the hillside, your little fist clutching sweat Walking to the memorial park You put down freshly cut white chrysanthemums A former Thought Police lowers her hat Children lying on the grass Singing to poems, written By me (Du du du du)
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Bamboo basket
Reflector, working brakes
Never forget your helmet, trusty Mips
See ya, I'm off to the morning market
Thirty-three lemons
A healthy looking chicken
And a dozen of free-range eggs
Thanks, keep the change
Whistling a tune
Pffffth
I'm home
What a perfect day
I hang the sheets out in the yard
Oiled up my baking tray
Thinking about you mother
To recite your famous words
All you need are salt and pepper
To taste the happiness of life, forever
Then the moon rose
And cream lemon chicken roasted in the oven
Men in black kicked down my front door
"Hey, who, what, why?"
"You violated Act 617, illegal thoughts
You're under arrest"
We all know the real answer is
"You shouldn't have been born the way you were"
And we're packed in a cargo choo-choo train
Squeezing against the bodies similar to me
With tears rolling down our faces
We began to sing
(They can never take anything from our souls)
Louder and louder
(They can never take anything from our souls)
Louder and Louder
They shaved off my hair
Fed me a foreign language
Looking on the bright side (Yeah?)
I'm alive, I still remember all the people I love
So come at me and do your worst
All this pain and suffer
Don't stand a chance against our iron hearts
As the morning came and went
And the people stayed and left
And the Earth went 'round and around
The stars never looked so kind
The wind ever so fragrant
Through the tiny slit on the wall
Every night I was invited to watch
A theatre played by moonlit birds
They spread their wings
Carrying our silenced voices
Singing our historic songs
Letting everyone in the future know
That we existed
What a perfect night
I felt the urge to write a book
Pass down my life
Until recently, time didn't feel so fast
With my bloody fingertip
All I needed were sticks and paper
I started to write poems after poems
Then the moonlit birds came to meet me
They snagged the key, and opened the gates
We're finally free
I picked up my bicycle
Riding home to mother
Writing my delusion world
I saw a version of heaven
Where I sat in my yard
Reading a paperback print of my book
On the hillside, your little fist clutching sweat
Walking to the memorial park
You put down freshly cut white chrysanthemums
A former Thought Police lowers her hat
Children lying on the grass
Singing to poems, written
By me
(Du du du du)
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오 돌아오셨구나
멈춰있던 오르골 태엽이 다시 돌기 시작했다...
Makes me tear up to know what happened.
즐겁다
О , ты вернулся. Я думал , что ты ушёл...