Текст песни Стёпа SOLJ - Пластилин

Remember, brother, but who would not say,
Fate is not uncommon wants to make a bet with us.
We make our way through the jungle, choosing the path,
And life makes all the time to press the trigger.
We all, and every man for himself the chief lord,
And you lepish his fate like plasticine.
I do not get tired every day to look for novelty
From year to year, from night to day and from winter to spring,
After all the time we are waiting for something and somewhere we note
We sculpt their whole destiny from birth to death,
Although for some reason we drown drowning and others,
And the fate of us often throws naprogib.

Our whole life is basically a game
The joy of success and victory and the bitterness of loss.
The fact that you managed to dazzle, reap plody-
Bright colors of your life or the acrid smoke.