Текст песни Виктор Аргонов Project - Продолжение себя

We are at an impasse
The problem of finding meaning
Internal "I"
All sentient beings.
But, as always,
Madness seem thoughts
As if all around -
Blank clots substances.

Extreme other haunts us.
If our world for all
He appeared in similar colors,
It seems so simple to us
For all look now!
career
The glow of happy eyes ...

we
Draw the world as
to love
all
take a
Continued yourself

Where
The whole world is all one
organism
Where
impossible words
Envy, cynicism.

Well, what life?
His law is subject.
Practice wiser,
The spores of abstract ideas.
And love always
It is only a means to happiness,
Happiness, that to achieve
Perhaps a hundred ways.
Change formations, eras and ideas
Hundreds of paths opened
For all, but as before
The fate of each individual
Always the majority of people -
Only the scenery in the cycle days

Us
Not given to build peace,
Where is love
All
It will take us as
Continued themselves.

But
I'm not going to spill
Tears of him.
we
According go the natural way.

Now, however,
Closed door to the past,
And turning back
There will not be, believe me.
Maybe now, and really worth the risk
And try to find
Our drawn path.

I wash my hands here ...