Soon this space will be too small

          Сегодня я вспоминаю. И прошлые мысли, откровения приобретают ещё большую ценность. Время их пододвинуло ближе ко мне. Теперь я могу лучше их понимать, и, может быть, грустить о них. Это песня моего дождливого лета. Она наполняет меня силой. 

 Lhasa de Sela
  *Soon this space will be too small*

Soon this space will be too small

And I’ll go outside

To the huge hillside

Where the wild winds blow

And the cold stars shine

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I’ll put my foot

On the living road

And be carried from here

To the heart of the world

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I’ll be strong as a ship

And wise as a whale

And I’ll say the three words

That will save us all

And I’ll say the three words

That will save us all

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Soon this space will be too small

And I’ll laugh so hard

That the walls cave in

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Then I’ll die three times

And be born again

In a little box

With a golden key

And a flying fish

Will set me free

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Soon this space will be too small

All my veins and bones

Will be burned to dust

You can throw me into

A black iron pot

And my dust will tell

What my flesh would not

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Soon this space will be too small

And I’ll go outside

And I’ll go outside

And I’ll go outside