Текст песни Стас Михайлов - Всю жизнь свою, борясь с пороком

All my life, struggling with vice,
Hitting his cunning captivity
I am mistaken by nonsense,
Entering a train of betrayal.
I change my essence, I change heaven,
And killing a hypocrite
Take an unnecessary trash.
From incomprehensible trimming
To earth managers and bustle
We constantly have a heart, preferring to live at the bottom.
Raise your eyes - it is also difficult for us,
After all, there is light ...
And to live at the bottom to us so comfortable.
Everything is mad.
And we would be accustomed to the dark.
When it hurts us - we are looking for God
But we don't want to live in God's Lady.
And often confuse the road,
Search salvation is not in a hurry.
And our life is always on the verge
Between good and eternal evil.
Sin of trimming constant,
But something torments then ...
And the voice of God is tormented by
What conscience is called in us.
He from birth and outcome
All our life worries us.
And thank God to eat savings,
When we are shaved sin.
And in the MiG comes insight:
Birth, life ...
And what then?