Текст песни Легкий рок - Трус или волк

Blood on his lips, fists
I get tired, take a breath,
I am on my feet get tired,
I'm in the clouds and because
And so again step back a new pain,
Again buzzing in the ears, heart aches,
And I do not understand who I am a coward or a wolf,
I will gather
Make at least one step to make at least one breath!

From idle words is old world,
We will put the targets in a shooting gallery!
I do not pray that heaven holds!
I'll go up, it tells me!

Believe and do not let the forces leave,
Do not break the door, try to enter it.
For himself to change something,
Hour collision can come
When you yourself do not understand where you catch a lie,
Where not breathe, and where to roll out of the way,
Always beware - the world's catch!
You pull yourself together
Make at least one step to make at least one breath!

From idle words is old world,
We will put the targets in a shooting gallery!
I do not pray to the sky stores!
I'll go up, it tells me!