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The Game

It's already late, time for you to sleep
Tomorrow at eight the game begins
Tomorrow the sun will rise at eight
Strong morning tea, strong morning ice
are two rules of the game, break them - and you're out
Tomorrow morning you will regret that you haven't slept

But now the trees whip their branches against your window
You can lie down, fall asleep and chase this night away
The trees scratch your dark windows like animals
Tonight you can lie down and fall asleep before too long

Not a sound, nor steps nor the clicking of a key
The ticking clock above your bed can barely be heard
Everyone is already asleep in the house
Only the drip-drop of the water-tap
Only the drip-drop of the time left of the day
You go to the forest to cut wood, but you see nothing but stumps

But now the trees whip their branches against your window
You can lie down, fall asleep and chase this night away
The trees scratch your dark windows like animals
Tonight you can lie down and fall asleep before too long

Viktor Tsoy