Текст песни Alexey Ivakin - на окраине земли

And woe to those who did not budge
and costs, all in the nose picking.
And thanks to those who went forward
and got to the end, to the very edge;
not looking at the other,
others' advice was not listening.
Himself chose between & quot; left & quot; and & quot; right & quot ;;
did not know imagined where it would be better.
And it is terrible for those who have wings, but crawled.
And sorry for those doses sniffs the air.
And sad for those who are lying when his entire leg.
Remember only those who goes on and on down the road.
And your pride - no diplomas, medals
or different ribbons ribbons.
Your pride - it's old
worn-torn
Converse sneakers.
Your pride - is the memory of the sun,
slowly sinking into the sea,
and lips,
and about her,
not just shuttered dark green curtains.
And there, far away, where the land is converted into the sky.
(And woe to those who wanted to see it,
but since there is not and never has been ...)
And scary looking out the window
on the first unnecessary sun
sun and envy,
if he has not got over the line
horizon.