Текст песни П.о С.Т. - Нет сил

The window is open and worth only step
In a broken life, the bold mat was put. Seventh floor, opening, window, land - the route is simple. And there is no one who will shock you in the next - wait! It is easy to decide, harder fears will overcome. Soul as a prisoner, leave the cell phone tune. When from all sides, a dead end among worldly worries, the drooping spirit is looking for a way out there where the entrance. Here the border is still to me, to kill the bird is predetermined, wait and believe there is no more forces of the fervor long ago cooled. Revouncing the flour, overcame the front of the cornice. I spread my hands and a stone body threw down. Pictures of life for the instant of the swirl swept. The Earth took his own, and so I wanted to the sky in Vaz.