Текст песни фонарёв р. - 6. часть I

I'm the last pedal to the floor,
until I break it, il won't play a chord
of my life knowing the transition
to events, as if a golden goal.

the world will overshadow in the periphery
which is always against you - will be and was;
your task is for the ship to sail
from where the ship is your target and the bay is a shooting range.

not a few words will be said, the goals of the nasty,
but your attention is deeds, not myths.
not to hug, but to go around those reefs,
otherwise, variants of the topic are unpromising.

be ready always and everywhere
accept the challenge of fate that has been thrown to you
because to whom else but to fate
to know that you’re better off.

you will reach the end of the path
or until a new push that says: "fly!";
and then the realization of the meaning of the game
will instruct you from within to shine!

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