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I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood
Fevraľ. Dostať chernil i plakať
Pisať o fevrale navzryd
Poka grohochushaya slyakoť
Vesnoyu chernoyu gorit