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the dawn reveals a stirless wheatfield at ease
a dark yellow sea is hurled by a light breeze
sunrise is fading the night into morning
the first beams arrive, and the darkness is turning
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Equality between a poor person to a headless old doll
Equal opportunities to those who don't need them
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You must be an exellent man,
You must shine in the morning,
If your teeth are not white,
Then you're out, youre not joining
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Slaves of illusion build houses and whatever we demand
They are the W of generations for us by hand
The food venerators of all times place and confusion
They are the problem which is the lazy solution
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And if you want your cars in rows,
Grab the cash with both of your claws
And dig yourself a massive hole
In which youll play the only role
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A dry man, poses as joyfull
Returns home, his mirror looks awful,
Be happy,
You are living in a wellfare state
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למה אף פעם אני
לא מצליחה למצוא
את הדפיוצר של
החבר של שלי?
האם תפקידו בבמה
הוא אך ורק
לכתוב סלוגנים? |
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