Текст песни БАЛЬЗА - Не рассуждай

Do not reason

Do not reason, do not cotton! ..
Madness is looking for, stupidity judges;
Day wounds
And tomorrow to be something, it will be.

Living, able to survive everything:
Sadness, and joy, and anxious.
What to wish? What to truck about?
The day will go - and thank God!

You die there from boredom, I wipe my eyes here,
Everywhere hidden flour, leaky tusk sky,
We grow to believe silently in the Sun Crucified Sheet.
But we are here, we go inseparable, hiding in the color worlds.

You create there from the stud, we close our eyes here,
Awareness to grow old without linging to the end,
Without God wider the road, every step harbing the end,
Tear from the head of the snob, the swollen snot ...