Текст песни Фижа - Не спеша

Again and again, into this swamp
We are not willing to take big steps
While in my hand is a philosopher’s stone,
God be with us, I'm sure of this guy.
While others are caught on live bait,
I go to the citadel without a haste.
It seems to be a crowd, but each for himself,
What will happen if there is no space left.
The head is full of solid household
Obsessive interests and girlfriend boredom.
You live and develop for the good of the country,
While the official rides on a gelding.
Bewitched by concrete dust
We will be one, do not win this We
In fact, everything here is imaginary
And again, these crooked routes.
Living from paycheck to paycheck,
This mode is like taking wheels in a ward.
And what will happen next beyond the horizon,
The unknown will suddenly become famous
A door will open, a field of miracles there.
But again, alas, you won’t turn back time,
And no matter how you want, you will not turn back.