Еще один день..

Another day, another night, 
Though it sounds so sad, it’s true— 
We’ve just lost a day of life, 
Hours we never knew. 
You step outside, the city steals your soul, 
Then by evening, you scrub it clean, 
Cursing work, the grind, the toll— 
Oh, what does it all mean? 

**Oh, Heaven, why this path for me?** 
I don’t wanna watch the sun burn out. 
What must I do to run barefoot and free, 
To laugh with the wind, to scream and shout? 
‘Cause this world was wild and bright, they say, 
If you believe the tales of yesterday... 



**But maybe dawn will rise again,** 
Paint the sky in gold and blue. 
Maybe we’ll find our way back then, 
To the dreams we thought we knew. 
So lift your eyes, don’t let it end, 
The fire’s fading—but *we* can mend. 

 
I don’t wanna watch the sun burn out. 
What must I do to run barefoot and free, 
To laugh with the wind, to scream and shout? 
‘Cause this world was wild and bright, they say, 
If you believe the tales of yesterday... 


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