The mere thought of winning makes me cold
The moment when I reached the finish line makes me cold
Seeing all thoughts in their right light
His love is little, his knowledge is unknown ¶for sale
And now that I see it, I'm no more wonderful than you
You whom I've always hated, despised and feared
We the clothes hanging on the neighboring string hooks
And after our time has passed, we are thrown into the pit
From the crossroads of death, three miles to the north
From the crossroads of death, three miles to the north
North, north< br/>Who demands an easy song in a crazy world
When every song is difficult to sing even if it is a beautiful lie
Who demands to say what is raging under the chest
When a million rages in the crooked world of the chest snake in a knot
Everything you do has been done, everything you see has been seen
Everything you touch has been touched by many hands
But not by your hands you, but not in your eyes
But not in you until it's done yourself
Three miles to the north of the crossroads of death
Three miles to the north of the crossroads of death
To the North, to the North
From the crossroads of death, three more miles to the north
From the crossroads of death, three more miles to the north
North, to the north

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