Текст песни Рати Итарес - Я стану лучше

I would get better, become an order of magnitude higher,
Go over your head, but I hit a ceiling,
And it ends with a concussion
Another attempt to get ahead of the growth.
I was taken away in an ambulance, and doctors there are cold-blooded
They say I'm not good enough to get me treated,
And all crowded bed hospitals
Those who also wanted to get better, but it did not
For a variety of reasons.
And I, with clenched teeth, they say, "It's okay,
I will be better, and that's when you will not find it.
I'll wipe his hands in the blood and stop sleeping, but I will closer to the ideal,
Achieve what still has not been reached.
And you will fight for the right to his hospital to take care of me.
Once".