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History remembers a lot of heroes,
Whose short life left a mark -
The thumbprint hardness, boldness, courage.

I just want us
Was able to leave something
Behind.
We were able to live this moment
Definitely not in vain.

Clinging to the ledges in the rocks
Everyone is looking for their height;
But finding even one that we so often
Take it for only
So scared to go even a bit higher.
What's behind that door with the sign "Dream"?
It can be a goal or someone's trap.

History remembers a lot of heroes,
Whose names we have forgotten long time ago...
Perhaps our no one will know.

It's your move!
You know our weaknesses.
Step!
The impact applied to us on the sly.
My breathe.
To have time to breathe again
And give last fight
Leaving the right behind.

The whole life of the colored links
Merged into one tight circuit
And stronger gripping throat us
Prevents the truth to see.
My turn, another step,
No air, heart pounding in no time.
Black-and-white field.
Too important a game
A mistake right there,
Here I get a response.

Your move, your next step
Again the catch in the jaw is flying to the fist.
The enemy left and right, the enemy
Hide the face twilight.
Someone's pawn, someone the Queen.
Everything will be decided right here.

Shout for a while.
Dance while you are standing.
We are here and still alive,
Before we get checkmated.
I don't play chess,
But spend too much effort
In order to avoid day by day
The Shah, the Mat that puts life.

It makes my heart so strongly beating.
And makes my thoughts scatter like startled birds?

You can run,
How did hundreds of times
And leave everything as it is now -
Tomorrow is a new day,
But behind my shadow,
The shadow on the heels of
Following you from evening until morning,
Creating darkness.
She's been playing his own game.

Fears admitted, but found no way
How to pluck them out of my chest.
Silence again, though there is something to say;
Every rustle makes you shiver.

I would breathe
In rhythm with you,
Just lie on your back
And look at the ceiling
Having weaved our fingers to the castle.
I watch as you smile,
A lock of hair removing
With your face...

I cry a lot, little,
Every heard only himself.
Just so used just selfish,
Just so convenient to live only for myself.
The crunch of debris under his feet -
Relationships all end.
Broke, apart, torn to shreds,
Believed to be in the future rock.

We used to take, think,
Sacrifices will have to come.