Текст песни Т.Костопулу - Сжимаясь в точку

And the world , as in the old TV ,
Clutching a point goes out. All retreat.
Prefer not half ,
And the whole , to be myself .
Enemies I do not substituting more than the back .
I am strong , I am weak to be - poorly .
And if anything, to any soul pull out ,
And forgive me for this , God .
Light at the callousness not converged wedge
But anyone who is sincere - an outcast .
And the people were and are the clay ,
Supple trampling under foot.