Текст песни MoSHkin - Коробка судьбы на каждый день

Words and music:
Igor Veniaminovich Moshkin
 
destiny box for each day

What to do with their hatred?
to stick to the devil, in the annals,
By the people, things and institutions.
Hatred birth humiliation.

 They break resistant spirit. He was serving his term and left immediately.
 Rejoice as the bleeds, do not take on the job, even though a lot can.

sax

Hatred often makes sense.
What does it do to a person? - That's the idea.
Tearing it turns into another,
Whom he hated, in the "patient."

 Do not cave in under pressure, is bursting with "running".
 An eerie feel in my heart a fatal number in the circus.

guitar

Feelings against my actions.
Impulsive reactions chases disasters.
The brain takes the wrong decisions,
So how I did without delay.

 What I am done for the day? I understand, plan laziness.
 Eliminates damage to the last day, life is not sugar, one garbage.

sax

With the layouts no future.
It is only the present mess.
In addition, the pangs of conscience
For myself in a coffin other, as a reflection.

 Every day, the fate of the box, the curve of the trail.
 In her grief, joy in the forehead, or a gift to himself in the coffin.

guitar & amp; synthesizer effect solo "destiny box for each day"

What himself barely knew yesterday?
What part of yourself do not see more?

October 9, 2015
from the album Sons of Anarchy 2015