Singer: Schockk

Youth sends us a sharp knife blade
For the chance to see for a moment how to die, how terrible to live.

I have a life in the bag over his shoulder,
At any moment he may snap.
I myself in the enclosed bag,
Between the leaves of birches and Acacias...

When inside of us whispers to the conscience,
Really booming in your ears with gunfire.

And you dance, dance and don't be shy,
With complexes and shame.
Let me sail their grievances and misfortunes,
As on the night of the bridges.
A youth leaves no one
Without scars and pointless tattoo
And born you're boring and cowardly
Your life is not like b on a trampoline.

They say that in heaven leads through love...
Falling in love, and you'll find it doors.

Love dies from exhaustion,
Kills love... emptiness.
Love dies not of old age,
But most of all, just...

I so much love life,
I predserdii noticed that...

One thing to know that you don't love,
Another thing to know - not you.