Текст песни Kestr - Поднялся

All fell into the pit , and I was there and did not vstoval
Blood on his red canvas wrote
About Otomi that I did not get up from this pit
Yet we stood
I got up , and began to write the words
He wrote the texts until he was throwing
Although shoot me , soul razovri
Do not be hurt, you just talk
Throw off a cliff , but to fall sick
The dagger in the heart of the broken
I'm not popular and never ever
The popularity I thought then
When a dozen years, I wrote a poem
Without meaning, but forgive me
But now is the time in which I raised
The day in which I storalsya