Текст песни antiname - Thinking out loud

On the backyards of the distant universe
I lost not what I was looking for.
And there was a hoping of rampant,
And it remains to gather on the ball.

But where do the legs lead me?
Why do I not want to go there?
And diverge back roads
I know the path lies in nowhere.

We always make mistakes
And invisibly pursue the goal.
In our direction look smiles,
When once again we lit stranded.

Surrounded by an invisible world
Only blindness is an ideal.
The playwright is possible, satire,
The main thing is not to be here anyone else's.

And you watch the Society with the Toskoy,
Relying on trends in everyday life.
Dust washing with his beard,
Will you not notice that zero on the account.

By turning herself, hating,
Again in the strap, life is a closed circle.
Only the main thing we do not foresee
Life is what is around with us.