Singer: ST

I believe, however iron fence drawn
How random someone's finger.

We will sing in unison
All neither good nor bad, and medium.

I this put the whole world at your feet.
And you did not believe the words, like Moscow to tears.

Come here, I'll kiss you.
I will not hurt, will not give offense.

Finger on the trigger and he's about to slip.

In the trap, your caught.

People want someone's life to like comment photo.
Chase rumors, like a tennis ball on the court.
Digging moles, as blindly, but diligently
The new generation is lost somewhere in "Vkontakte".

We remember the Veterans on may 9,
But every day we forget what they fought for.
And grandmother in the subway are also pathetic,
Begging in awards and medals.
Pity the generation of children and grandchildren,
And how, tell me, old man might raise his hand?
Let say on the "First" - rate secured
But normal people have lost the gift of speech.

I know all excessive burden will eventually become no more than just past.

And we shout so loudly: "do Not walk
You to the height, crying for you the block!"
But with the loudmouths out of our way,
Then we'll die as born - in shirts.
Then leave when strikes the hour,
But now, gasping for air.
Even when in the tunnel the lights went out,
Through difficulties we reach the stars.

We were going to climb Everest
In shirts and hats with earflaps.
Where open robes of heaven,
Snow and sleep in tents.
We are hopelessly in love with camping.
Us to the heights just one crossroads.
Where events a sharp turn.
Go crazy in order to get to the subject.

Your every move turns faster than the planet.
Everything is possible, the main thing to believe it.

The wind in the face can beat,
Intent on hardness checking.
Everything about the dream maybe
Only those only, who does not retreat.

The one who didn't fall, he was not going to take off.
Was on the way, but no paved routes.