Текст песни Саша Сэнс Прохоров - Каждый своя предыстория

After all, we are of the same cut - invisible matter
And each his own prehistory
And every one's own superstition
No words, no sad tales
But only a solid line
The ability to burn everything at once
Global Skill

I'm afraid of one thing: not to be afraid
I laugh that something is not laughing at me
And with burnt fingers
I offer the sun to everyone
Live until they call
Live waiting to be taken out
Live in your licked world
It is not accepted not to lick your lips

The bullets swallowed in me tremble
They are cold and lonely
Believe nothing is over
A vicious circle and only
It all works like that
Made and tested
And each his own prehistory
Every one owns a superstition.