Текст песни Кипелов - Жить вопреки

Again run the razor's edge,
Like a hunted animal, not counting losses
Again, the risk is.

Maybe better to lay a shadow forgotten
On the hot sand, away from the passions,
Where there is peace and eternal rest?

There - fake pain
There - a false joy.
Evil Under the guise of goodness
Do not accept the soul,
Although the mind is willing to accept.

I was given by fate
Rises and falls.
And I know now - the loneliness prisoner
Better righteous lies a new day!

Breathing blood dawn,
But will not play play.
Time steals my every step,
Silence your keeping.

To be, or not? -
Until the end is unknown.
But I know one thing - no one can
Trained dog make me!

Let me prophesy
Wind north trouble.
I will go through it and,
But itself has not changed.
Wind, hit hard!
Fan the fire in the blood.
Spirit of rebellious, defiant,
Let me know what lies ahead.

To live contrary!