Текст песни Свобода воли - 02 - На линии огня

THE LINE OF FIRE
(Music - Yuri Kondrashov, words - Artem Sindeev)

In the firing line again graduation,
Where you can once again become a pinch of ashes,
Fire by closing the window in front of him,
Leave all, receiving no answer.

In the district burned land,
Beaten viciously whips, mired feet
On edge waiting for potential
Go back to face the road.
Near darkness thickens,
Waiting for the wrong step, beckoning to the precipice.

But the heart beats and under the pressure plates,
Living passionately,
The strength of the boils, turn that close,
Crushing sting.
Hidden in the darkness, crouching in the saddle
For the purpose walking,
Beat not moan their way to a dream
With faith in himself
The line of fire.

There currently developing a gift
Paper tear steel nets,
To be able to keep any impact,
Wash fragments in gray.
Dusk unveils.
All firmer look rushes into the distance.

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Often a person is faced with unfair treatment of society to yourself and your family, suffers the humiliation of principalities and powers, to be unreasonable or against the will of the instruction does not my job. In his arrows fly, bullets, strive to strike sly false friends. Adapt to it - no other way. You're whole life on the line of fire.

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