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Traffic jams

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We lose much precious time in endless traffic jams;
We pray to be as saint as everlasting Christ;
We use the strength to humiliate all weaker men
Destroying everything in their weakest lives.

This road is full of roaring engines in a fog;
They wait for inner sense in blinking yellow light;
Some like sweet pop, some like acoustic gothic rock,
But they're all lost in the web of public life.

Where is the time we have lost
In traffic jams, in traffic wars?
The time we could spend on the love,
'Cause the time we have now is not enough.

We breathe the poisoned air on every city street
With hundreds metal boxes on black rubber wheels;
We lose much time while standing here, the time we need
To heal the wounds that traffic jams will never heal.

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