Текст песни Артем Стыров - Курс на восход

Pass on the razor's edge,
Emotions restrained.
One iota to the side - and the dust,
Comprehend the fear of falling.

Did you see the purpose and rules to it,
Not noticing the lights.
Wind tore to shreds sails
And the storm burned heaven.

Who used to wait, he will wait forever.
You lived storm, Born to Win.

The course of the sunrise and the howling of the storm.
Here the world is not the one here the other world,
It's dark bottom of any
From the storm heaven!

Scored wave pulse of the earth,
Arrogantly destroying ships ...
You still was afloat
But the steering wheel was torn from the hands!

Accustomed to wait for - peace and grace.
You lived storm, Born to Win.

You had angered the fate
On that day, no wind and calm ?!
Now fortunately eh, unfortunately
Element rushes under the keel
Reefs and gnashing of feed
Under the roar of the raging wind!
All my life you stirred him up,
What other forbidden for ever !!!