Текст песни Влада Чупрова - вдохнуть бы свежего воздуха

Your worn soles,
Legs are broken into the blood,
This is your road,
This is your path.

The fate of you laughed,
It gave you a difficult role,
Instructions Not Included,
Questions have been reduced to zero.

People repeat again:
"All of what you are doing - not what"
wounded word
Wings to fly is not given.

How many of God
Keep this monologue,
What are the lessons to be ready
The new road round?

"Let me go home!" -
You ask you at higher powers:
"I would have time to heavenly rest,
I would be a breath of fresh air! "- 2p

Tell me, who are you?
Warrior or prisoner,
The wounded stranger,
The victim or a predator? - 2p.

Get up to the knees,
In this world, a lot of things.
True - your weapon,
Your shield - love.

You will pass the way through
Following in the footsteps of the Creator,
Dotting the i's are placed,
Wings of your straightened.

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