Текст песни сл.Ю.Марковцев, муз. и исп. В.Ветров - Каждый по своему сходит с ума.

I'm his, as I am able,
As given, so crazy, and I will go down.
And in the frenzy of soul becoming lighter
In light of her way to find happiness.

Sometimes you have ideas for,
The mind being able to disable the break.
Cease and whisper her epiphany,
The silence we are able to give.

Hearing is often thought of the mind prevents,
That suggests the voice of the soul.
And then the frenzy of work,
We understand its soul in the silence.

And blessed is he a madman - the soul to hear
It does not prevent him from thinking the noise.
He is the soul freer and higher
Carefree and clean his mind.

We are all crazy in their gatherings,
Having found a kind of madness.
In a moment when the mind is free from thoughts,
Speaking to us he can with the soul.
Markovtsev Yu