Текст песни Marselle - Остается только вера

In the words of truth and falsehood
You must be able to select the desired letter - the science
Squealer always be a bitch , but my hands
There will always be directed to the sky and the sound
My Music rushing when the eyes are narrowed
In this world, too many weapons
Too much attention to detail
People have become an accessory to things - I Mans
All my enemies , all my friends
I stay the same evil old age
What is faith , when everyone wants to be the first
And with the first evil mother nerves ?
In my genes Caucasus and the sky
My theme for those who continue to believe
Hold the steering wheel tighter cornering
Our fear - it is only white sheets
I'm not a monk , even more
Read me my tattoo on my skin
Knives in the sheath line in the membrane
Know one thing: words can hurt

Chorus:

Yo - yo - yo - yo , wake me up , my spring
Yo - yo - yo - yo in my dream of heaven
Too much evil , too little faith , yo - yo - yo - yo
We can only believe

My music - my faith ,
Stroke - my time
At the limit of my nerves ,
I do not know measures in this matter
Steps to goal
Body in Moscow , the mind somewhere in Marseille
On channels not those ideals
The right people is not yet where it should
Until the vibrations shake weight
But we will try to do everything you need , Braz
The streets smell than the smell of your line
Just like fucking my lungs nicotine
At the stage of the search at risk
While we all go under a celestial disc
Do not look askance
Our line imbued with mysticism
Our lines are impregnated with truth
Truth - fill her sails
Freedom or captivity - choose himself

Yo - yo - yo - yo Wake me up , my spring
Yo - yo - yo - yo in my dream of heaven
Too much evil , too little faith , yo - yo - yo - yo
We can only believe