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The Squadron By Oleg Gazmanov
The squadron of my wild crazy thoughts
There're no cells there're no bounds for its ride
I can't stop all my steeds I can't stop all these words
Let they fly from my mind.
All my thoughts are my furious steeds,
I do not have to spur their speed,
Their gait is so fast I can't stop their blitz,
They're unleashed in their deed.
Thoughts of mine are the steeds of my mind,
Like the sparks they'll inflame cheerless night,
Overtaking drunk winds these are crazy - they ride
My squadron of wild thoughts in its might.
And I know no one will hold me here
And these thoughts take my reason away,
Maybe I'll never back I have no time to fear,
What a shame! I won't stay!
Oh, my vagabond thoughts, you are mine,
You are going away with the years,
From the dawn to the dark all they run to the sign,
From the dark like the spears.
Thoughts of mine are the steeds of my mind,
Like the sparks they'll inflame cheerless night,
Overtaking drunk winds these are crazy - they ride
My squadron of wild thoughts in its might.
P.S. This is my translation of Oleg Gazmanov song. Just I was bored.
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Serge Lyrewing
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