Текст песни Баракин Д.Е. - А от любви до смерти - шаг

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And from love to death - a step.
And halfway too behind.
Funny myth that there is a soul
Someone Teschit to the Swinus.

So many reasons to leave!
Stay - only laziness and fear.
For indecisiveness
The night escorts until the morning.

And thoughts are circling at the temple,
But the pigeon of the jast will not eat.
Find her! Yes only as
Are the farce, lies, cheap plays? ..

Reality shakes the day by day.
Escape to yourself, in a different life -
As a reservation protected.
And do not care that Mirage!

Some are full of desire to be,
Other bodies in the body.
So who is the baloveman of fate,
Created a stupid game?

Vices, pain, cruelty, evil -
Creator of the All-Furniture?
We are exhibits under glass.
Everyone will die: and I and you.

Love - Hope - like a candle,
What accelerates eternal darkness.
She would like to meet
But the night endured until the morning ...

And that's it. The end. Beginning of the day
Attempts, new failures ...
From thoughts the best armor -
For tuchs in the sky to cut.
07/29/2013