Текст песни Халдейка - Портрет

Already so many years you keep fighting
And endure for the sake of all the senseless pain.
I can not see over his shoulder where did your path
Maybe I catch you someday.

Naive as a child and as a child cruel
In an attempt to untie the knots of foreign roads
You go you're on a break you cut random
But I'm afraid this is not himself pleased.

In the battle of the songs all fit to the knife,
But only breaks the soul alone.
And how bitter rows with blood flew from her lips,
But your sacred duty to feed a crowd of seven.

You are also a man of you, too, waiting for the heat
But after all the fires will be ash.
Spiritual gray summer you do not know
Once again, a familiar way - to burn themselves again.

And in the darkness with his hands close eyes
And he is to bring himself to say:
You knew what you went, did you choose this path,
And you will find a thousand reasons not to collapse.
You knew their fate and have chosen this path,
Why I can catch up with you someday.