Текст песни Потапов Дмитрий - Нет, к человеку не придет гора

No, a mountain will not come to a person,
And there will be no wings at the snake.
No one brought me so much good,
As my ill -wishers.
Sometimes point blank, sometimes around the corner
They tormented my world and peace.
They stand in front of me like mirrors
Showing me who I am.
Showing me how everything around
Losing colors, melting without a trace.
How silently a friend disappears
But because I have never been.
How is it no coincidence that I am alone,
Closed in the ice of darkness. There is no hope.
But I'm a hundred percent gentleman
Your fate is real without clothes.
And only you are alone with me now.
So, in hell, heaven is possible.
And that means autumn can become in the spring.
And to come to ask for death: "Do not die!"

© Ephraim Amiramov