Текст песни Александр Гневашев - Клетка

I do not know the other names
I do not believe in other gods
I do not remember when he came,
But I stay forever
The mystery lives in me
An echo of my roots
Homeland is called-house,
A cell not for people

I do not trust other people's hands
And it looks like its not nearly
I was left out in the cold
It is believed by those who are waiting
Whether light, and whether darkness
In anticipation of better days
Those who do not live,
And guess, argue, lie

Going down, down like a
Adrift bitter years
Have encouraged you to the ledge,
That is life, and whether delirium
We can not escape from death
Do not take love with you
Youth not povtorit-
You have to live your dream !!!