Текст песни Череда - Череда

My whole life is a game
On the strings of my soul
My words are just a series
Lyrics and no sleep nights
And only forward, the road of truth
I had to start more than once from scratch,
Cheap PR in the courtyard with a guitar,
And time keeps you from standing

Chorus.
With a succession of tea
Sound on all add
Songs of the group "ChereDa"
Rock you
After all, a series of events
Brought us here
On the face of the skull
So with you "SkeDa"

My face you see everything
Here and now on me
And I sing about what we have
And in your soul

This is a protest against lies, hypocrisy
Against smiles with anger inside
Against singing from the stage
Songs without meaning and without soul