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I'm walking with a backpack on my back, Addresses in my route sheet - my path is straight. Traffic lights blink, cars honk, I wish I could find a path where it's quiet and bright. Oh, far away, beyond the horizon, Where the wind blows, where the distance calls. My soul is in the forest and the meadow, But I'm walking - a package, a call, a route. In my pocket is a map - forest, river, path, A dream in my pocket, and I'm back here. The client is waiting for the package, the entrance, the fifth floor, And I'm remembering the sunrise over the hill. Oh, far away, beyond the horizon, Where the wind blows, where the distance calls. My soul is where the forest and the meadow are, But I'm walking - a package, a call, a route. The day is fading, the shadows are getting longer, The city twinkles in the lights of the lights. I check the box: "delivered, yes," And in my heart is a path that leads there... Maybe on Saturday I'll take a backpack, I'll leave at dawn, without any so. But for now - address, step, threshold, The city calls me to work... Oh-oh-oh, far beyond the horizon, Where the wind whistles, where the distance calls. My soul is in the forest and the meadow, But I'm walking... Package, call, route

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