Текст песни Крокодил Ганди - Победа За Нами

There are things the way of life which is endless
Time can not they wear out, get
Once samozakonchitsya, crumble
Heavenly dust prophecy
Many different ripe head
And something so boldly aspire to the land fall
Burrow deeper, germinate for all
In my mind it's snowing
This idea of ​​heaven, do more
They are in my body closely.
New, bright, nepresnye besides
With a bang break through the skin will get out to the outside
We are his hands deep into the orbit will plant my eyes
Advanced pupil surprise
Meet! Here she came to victory!

Obsessed by lust for victory kasnutsya
The death of common sense at the moment of recklessness
In seconds, the target obsession with flawless model
It's hard to believe in yourself and wake up
In the morning, come back not having caved
Under the weight of the sky is not kasnutsya temple tear of lead

Kilometers without sleep after hours of despair
Zalipnuvshih universal contemplation eyes
As hunger and ate traces of humanity
Erased from the face and the road to eternity
As the years of the great depression and stress
Is replaced by the era of world progress
Who picked up the keys to the door of the unknown
And I believe in the reality of impossible deliberately
As the power of the spirit at the moment of frenzy
Becomes weightier than the lure of renunciation
In a matter of meters from the goal
When version melted and the chances of lose weight
Who opens the circle of hopelessness and vise
Breaking is not to curry favor with their expiry date
Here, a mile forward and a step back
As it was once behind Leningrad

Obsessed by lust for victory kasnutsya
The death of common sense at the moment of recklessness
In seconds, the target obsession with flawless model
It's hard to believe in yourself and wake up
In the morning, come back not having caved
Under the weight of the sky is not kasnutsya temple tear of lead

There are things, the way of life which is endless
(Every morning at dawn we return to the eye that
zaterennuyu parallel to the third dimension, to the newly
mikrosmertey survive thousands of births and inside
in search of his destiny in this world, wandering
in the dark labyrinths of doubt)
I believe the victory will be ours

Obsessed by lust for victory kasnutsya
The death of common sense at the moment of recklessness
In seconds, the target obsession with flawless model
It's hard to believe in yourself and wake up
In the morning, come back not having caved
Under the weight of the sky is not kasnutsya temple tear of lead
I believe I know the victory is ours
And this victory is not far off
From point to the goal obsession with flawless model
It's hard to believe in yourself and wake up
In the morning, come back not having caved
Under the weight of the sky is not kasnutsya temple tear of lead