Текст песни БекХан - Один

Not to cherubs - in life and affairs,

Not lying about alien shores -

Given to pass the path of those few
Few, behind which his mark
What no loop and more likely lonely.
There are no roads there, and the way will indicate the light
Stars beautiful, bright, but distant.
And ninety nine long years
Copy time, not tired.
The year of the hundredth was inscribed by a master in Sonnet,
One row of the norm violating.
And sold at a bar
So hardly kneeling
That even those whose truth is in fault
They tried to build eternal steps.
Our feast in full swing, and guests do not read, -
Hunters for mantle bloody.
I - Pedestal. Yes! I have today,
Although begun under the royal ohow.
And everyone climbs with his brand,
In his personal paradise is prisoner.
My hundredth year will not end in good.
I do not recognize the word master of the master.
As under the law turned hands
Go where the route is offered?!
I break this black circle.
I will become the only string, maybe.