Текст песни Начало века - Тропинка

It's hard to find a path, even light
An evil branch will pinch the stockings on the leg,
And on the skin will draw its wonderful pattern,
One guitar sounds over my head.

So many years the same as I get home
First of all, I paint the body with gold henna,
To the angel that is waiting outside the door, I will extend my hand,
We will walk together, we will return in the morning.

Chorus:
It’s evident that this is a connection for centuries,
It just fell off the tongue.
I will never believe other people's words
In the hands of the unknown, I will give myself.

Chorus:
It’s evident that this is a connection for centuries,
Na-na-na-na-na-na,
Torn off the tongue.
I will never believe other people's words
In the hands of the unknown, I will give myself.

The path has no end, I go, not hiding tears.
Everything is clear to me, only the question often torments
All that is lost in life cannot be gathered together
As if the most dear to me not to lose.

Chorus:
It’s evident that this is a connection for centuries,
It just fell off the tongue.
I will never believe other people's words
In the hands of the unknown, I will give myself.

Chorus:
It’s evident that this is a connection for centuries,
It just fell off the tongue.
I will never believe other people's words
In the hands of the unknown, I will give myself.