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	Lyrics 4 Lyrics Copyright © 1983-present All rights reserved The Changing (translated into English) I'm coming from the fire down the insignificant day with my guts full of stone and rocks by shore I'll celebrate the inflaming with water as a witness I'm not your incendiary but the night helper from the water I'm found into the fire I was thrown the truly ice inside the bone for the eternal execution the wild water has prepared the feast the waves drops are bringing death they're grinding stone and rocks inside my guts the two will drink from different vessels water - from the cloud fire - from the crater each of them is nailing me into the contrary hand may the night is different for now they are flowing lasting long fluent fire and flaming water through the veins of different night I'm burning of passion I'm running into the water I don't look back at the fire which is pulling down on land This is one of the poems I wrote when I was in the army.

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