Where I belong, I’ve never known
Where do I go, where I and you?
Who’ll bring these answers to the minds?
I’ve never known, and never will.
Just looking there, inside the soul
We try to find some flames of God,
We listen there the silent moon,
But soul is dead, there is no song.
But hope… And shadows of it,
Sometime could lift us to the sky
And there, in happiness of times
We find the answers, really find.
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