Текст песни Сенат - Судьба в твоих руках

What was your soul alive
That dream that in the distance you called
There is no place for her from now
In cross-day

NS. Fate in your hands
But no longer
Life grip on the neck
You peck it yourself
Creator himself and God
Return to your dreams

Hundreds of failures, domestic worries
Among them, no one is waiting for you
You forgot your goal long ago
Dust your words, you do not see the ferrod
Dubbing in the dirt you're getting closer to the bottom
Lift with your knees, look around

NS. Fate in your hands
But no longer
Life grip on the neck
You peck it yourself
Creator himself and God
Return to your dreams