Singer: The GROTTO. Page 19

And happiness of the timid will go to foreign lands,
Yet more others will value yourself.

Your hand in my desperation,
Important your eyes are in a battle for my shoulders.
The river widens and we come to the mouth.
The main thing is you stay, if you suddenly don't let me in.

Away from outstretched hands, closed his eyes quickly,
So afraid of losing status among sub-humans.
Inspire yourself - "I do not know another way".
Better on the fire to burn out, than to be ridiculed.
Slowly sink, a pile of empty passions and alarms
Pride blinds you will never see himself.

Happy the one who, standing at the fork, resting only in advance, knowing where to go.

Deep in the blood of sorrow, Russian, natural,
Pull me in unison with the stars above the gardens.
Through the window the sadness flew away with the smoke
Behind the window winter - the mistress and the country is inviolable.

Like a puppy to the pipe shakes, fear of panic,
Heated and believe warmly no technical.
And all curse me a little, not adults
They say it's childish, to love until death and after.

"All roads to the best" paint engraved,
There are two pairs of eyes in the dark burning brighter than a thousand.
Did open, forgetting about the cold is intense,
Traveling to the dream and not sleeping for days.
We'll go proudly, with death not bet,
Leaving the Earth clean of its history,
Write on the sheet in a hot combat,
To come, read and wrote!

The main thing - time to light your fire of joy,
We have one minute from adolescence to old age!

Fingers write a "happy ending" on the dusty screen
The heavens will open the gates and we with you will not.