SAMSARA Do it contrary, you just try, Turn the world upside down, overturn the sky. In every sketch, in every draft A teacher continues himself in a student, it’s a witchcraft. My whole life I've been going down... All my life I've been looking for one love in this town. …They said, it is too late to save us and to treat us,- right in my ear. It doesn't care, because our children will be better than we are, Better than we are, better than we are. When I'm gone with my noises I will sing by the voices Of my children and the voices of their children. We're just being swapped out, Samsara rules around, The cycle of the people… Oh, mom, don’t be weeping. No, we can’t be wiped, but we live out of spite. Having no luck we’re living for the winning pipe. Everything is upside down, there’s the sky instead of the stage, And you lit as lanterns the stars in the dark sky’ page. A thousand of me - before me, and a thousand after me will be. A thousand of me - within a thousand of not me, a thousand of me will be. And we're smashed again and we can't be fixed here. It doesn't care, because our children will be better than we are. Better than we are, better than we are. When I'm gone with my noises I will sing by the voices Of my children and the voices of their children. We're just being swapped out, Samsara rules around, The cycle of the people… Oh, mom, don’t be weeping.
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SAMSARA
Do it contrary, you just try,
Turn the world upside down, overturn the sky.
In every sketch, in every draft
A teacher continues himself in a student, it’s a witchcraft.
My whole life I've been going down...
All my life I've been looking for one love in this town.
…They said, it is too late to save us and to treat us,- right in my ear.
It doesn't care, because our children will be better than we are,
Better than we are, better than we are.
When I'm gone with my noises
I will sing by the voices
Of my children and the voices of their children.
We're just being swapped out,
Samsara rules around,
The cycle of the people…
Oh, mom, don’t be weeping.
No, we can’t be wiped, but we live out of spite.
Having no luck we’re living for the winning pipe.
Everything is upside down, there’s the sky instead of the stage,
And you lit as lanterns the stars in the dark sky’ page.
A thousand of me - before me, and a thousand after me will be.
A thousand of me - within a thousand of not me, a thousand of me will be.
And we're smashed again and we can't be fixed here.
It doesn't care, because our children will be better than we are.
Better than we are, better than we are.
When I'm gone with my noises
I will sing by the voices
Of my children and the voices of their children.
We're just being swapped out,
Samsara rules around,
The cycle of the people…
Oh, mom, don’t be weeping.