Текст песни MTI - Размышления

The same cargo challenges, the same face brothers
But other places are no longer getting lost
I changed the house on the street, oxygen on the smoke
I never thought that I would be so

Time passes the bird, life is a calendar sheet
Day after day less friends, but more acquaintances
And the days becoming some kind of monotonous
Where muse which will add more paints to the world

Searches may be eternal, life is not great
I do not conduct an account, but I keep the account, every blow
If these wanders will lead me nowhere
So everything that did in life, it lost

A lot of time gone to inflate the spark of talent
From birth beats the heart, in a sense of one's own tact
And until the spark will not fade, I will not be tired
And it doesn't matter that she will take another night sleep