Singer: Andrey Makarevich. Page 1

In the midnight darkness to see the light,
And come to the light, like go to the goal.
All turns passing to the limit
While believing that there is no limit.
Not to despise, not to argue, and to forgive
All those who on you waved.
For each of us death has a bullet
So needless to say...
Don't wait for the end, in the hours fixing a glance,
Then on the edge breathe freely.
And bullets that will find you
You will not hear,
And the rest will fly past.

I the meaning of this life I see that
So sparing neither soul nor body,
To go forward, to love and to do the work
Itself, not leaving for later.
Motion comprehending the beauty,
A roundabout way of not choosing
Outlining in the edge, traverse the edge,
Crossing the goal line.
Don't wait for the end, in the hours fixing a glance,
Then on the edge breathe freely.
And bullets that will find you
You will not hear,
And the rest will fly past.

The old man is the one who ceases to perceive and begins to remember.

It so happened that I'm a very demanding way, so I was deeply interested in the direction of the genre, now very numerous, where the Russian language serves as such bricks for rhythmic music filling the space.

About the charity. To divide it into mercy to the people and to all other - this means not to have it. Because or charity or it's not. And when I say that "we have here people have nothing to eat, and you dogs do?", those who say they are and doesn't feed people. Because they do not care and those and others.

A man hears for a life time, probably hundreds of thousands of voices, and the voice of his beloved learns even through phone interference instantly.

Remember, bitch: the angels hear the thoughts, and the demons words. So good enough to think trendet optional.

Forgiving is easy, remember fun.

Smile
Even if you're trapped,
Even if you're in the crosshairs.
Time tries me on the tooth.

And over the city where God lives.
Forty thousand years - and all by myself
But, of course, if he could,
He would have you give us...

And the Dream, partners in flight,
To the cherished goal got.
And taking, embodied in something
But the dream has to be stopped.
Hope left last
On the road wanders, as before.
Let it die again and again and the dream of love
Let me not leave hope.

But Love has conquered space,
All sought to changing goals,
But not made of impermanence
And keep her safe failed.

If the room your night
Lurking in the corners of the darkness
No power to drive him away,
Call me, I will tell you how.

He knew only what he believed in, and what else?