Текст песни M.ASON - 11. Дом солнца Ft. Markus

Happiness is when the left step to the dream
nightmare when zapoluchaesh that thirst so you
because the only treasure worth finding
both occur at once hundreds of enemies on the way

and you can go ahead and even on the road
trifles seem to be because after all the difficulties
but especially hurt when hit in the back
and you are not seeing the offender's eyes, you can not understand what he

sometimes the one who knew all his life, betrays you
and who should be considered and could not have a friend, a shoulder
it is so not afraid of the enemy that curses face
as one who shook his hand, and a knife behind his back natachival

is so destined, even the enemy can become a friend
and in difficult times you will be happy to give a hand
Do not complain about life is you
after all regret not spare, and will cease to be treated respectfully

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if you want this person to find
which you can easily make happy
when no one could then just stand by the mirror
and say hello to him, because that person is you

all can achieve, having replaced the word "dreams" to "target"
understood that the term "impossible" excuse for laziness
even in the 1000 km road where it begins
only by foot because there is a road going

War will check courage, well, anger thy wisdom
will only need someone to call you my friend
but if there is no promise of action
it's empty words, it is ugly and stupid

Remember, we need only once to leave with honor
how much it can not be undone, it is gone forever
to avoid disappointment, it is necessary to you
I understand that there is no absolutely ideal people

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compassion, grief due to someone else's misfortune
But the mountain of happiness is black envy
People who do not understand your silence
he will understand you and looks into the meaning of your words is unlikely

copes with loneliness but only a strong spirit
who knows the price of treachery, someone in the back beat roughly
who pulled out not once from the back of your knife
who are tired of it every time to experience again

sometimes just simply have to be yourself
to hate you become dull gray herd
it is impossible to be good and kind to each
who is glad to see you because, well, who's your bloodlust

leaving love as the outgoing bus
soon will come a new, behind it is not necessary to pursue
but in the silence of the night you need a kind word
more than in the applause and ovation of hundreds