Текст песни St1m - путеводная звезда

Where is the trait after which they are not allowed to paradise?
And that truth, for which it is allowed to lie?
There are no landmarks in this chicken darkness.
We have such inappropriate many, nowhere to go to us!

The flight from the routine is an infinite marathon.
So as not to become the subject of whom the comfort crushed.
The enemy is reflected - voluntarily in the trap and in the loop.
But I was lucky and for it until the bottom of the glass immediately!

Belief in yourself - Point of support in this centrifuge.
Heart sparks and hot, even in the very center of the blizzard.
And I as a chain fluger hold for the gusts of the wind.
But lost the score of the falls between the second and first!

The most difficult not to abandon crazy plans.
Our life is only running line at the bottom of the screen.
But I am sure that the way is not given to the way.
As long as she needs me!

I start with a blank sheet.
To find your way - one of the hundred.
Once it will separate everything in places.
My guide star ... (x2)

From the cradle to the cold tomb.
We believe, everything is once, after years it will decide.
Instead of living here and now.
We are those who are hoping.
In gentle rays of lies.

For the screen of your fears, we see how time goes.
But I do not care that Jack in the photo, my anger is not pleasing.
At any cost, do not break, and stand up.
Life here is a solid deception, here is the truth's declamination.

That ovations, then shots, the eternal heat of passions.
And we have the right to make your choice while we are here.
This is a natural selection, someone gives back, someone overboard.
The new route is exactly the same as and a year ago.

The night sky now has become a wicked card.
I would continue the way, only the wound sparkles.
But I am sure that the way is not given to the way.
As long as she needs me.

I start with a blank sheet.
To find your way - one of the hundred.
Once it will separate everything in places.
My guide star ... (x4)