Текст песни Face of Violence - Опускать руки рано

Overhead, the sun-colored open wound
Happiness is not far away, hold on, give up early
the intricacies of roads, marshes of tears of despair
If in the face of the wind, then we go right

We do not remember a moment when the sun goes out
When lips tired last breath slips
Run that there are forces will be too late
Wait for nothing more
Resentment is simply impossible

Overhead, the sun-colored open wound
Happiness is not far away, hold on, give up early
the intricacies of roads, marshes of tears of despair
If in the face of the wind, then we go right

And if life in the ocean where your boat rips
The head wind and the storm that scatters from the sky ice
In shreds your sails for a long time, I do not see color banners on it
It is not clear where the party where waiting for peace, and it does not matter
Helm only keeps your anger, dreams that did not come true
The souls of those who have not swam, his sadness studio fervor
And we could all leave, closing his eyes to the bottom
But waiting for you there in front of the rock of hope, rock dreams

Sing, sing, sing my song
Where others will not rise
You Erect
Look forward, hands tightly clutching