Текст песни Акзар Фуко - Простите

Way of the Warrior is thorny and not bright
Twisted knot intricate loops
Time to collect stones will come later
In the meantime, while the ungodly acts

Forgive those who have offended
Today, my tears abode
Young and green was probably
And let the words sound unconvincing

Forgive those who neglected
And let ostentatious beats like a fountain
But I perfectly see whose smile linden
Whose soul is fragile, like a violin

I'm sorry, forgive me Kirill
I later realized who you were for me
I later realized that he had lost a friend
We are not magicians, the former is difficult to return

Forgive me for saying that hurt
Often I say: & quot; life is not a movie or a novel & quot;
I'm not far from D'Artagnan
The plane that is flying not a pilot

Driven by a thousand passions, a thousand devils in flight
Boyarsky was right - everything goes
Sadness and joy only attributes
Their value is measured in minutes

Forgive those who are close to melting
& Quot; Life is too short to waste on anybody & quot ;,
you yourself have repeatedly said
So get your same boomerang

Sorry for the rude tone,
a stupid bluff for phrases background
For tenderness that remained unsaid
In the poverty of words that were ostentatious

A friend that keeps a stone in his bosom
I forgive you, I forgive in advance
A friend that blinded desire
I forgive you, I forgive in advance