Текст песни mk5,45 - время в песках

I was wrong when he said that the correct live
 wrong when flipped his life the first chapter
I wrote a letter to the creator of the world grha
And how about them and tell him?
Return address in the letter is not required
The temple will listen carefully
Now watch and wait for redemption will consciously
I break through, I find myself in an error
And that way is not going
Give me strength, my God, that would stay afloat
And maybe someday I'll understand everything
I stop myself obmanovat
And I admit that the world is much better than I inspire myself
You pulled me out of the mud and made us look like Pisco
Where only scorpions roam
In these deserts looking for something forever
These sands are not even taking time
Looks like your disposal
It pushes all in high quality
Skids and me and my despair
He walked for days, nights went by these soulless dunes
Asked to indicate the right path
And somewhere I have heard in delirium
-You can change everything myself !!!
-You can choose everything myself !!!
-You can change everything myself !!!

Despite his fatigue
It can be seen as you do not come and the wisdom of old age
You go away to heaven, and I pray for forgiveness of our sins will stay here

Despite his fatigue
It can be seen as you comes peace and weakness
You go away to heaven, and I pray for forgiveness of our sins will stay here

In the beginning I could not understand why I am this way
I'm so tired and did not know where to go or where to turn
And the only time I made it clear
What we choose their own path
Themselves they break themselves collect
We do everything ourselves
Someone is jealous, and someone took revenge
And someone just forgot everything
But in the hours pasochnyh sand is not infinite
And sometimes time does not heal
Wondered become.
Hurry while it's not lost
And how many words thrown to the wind.
At the level of the law, which falsely vethozaveten
How to look into the eyes of our children
Maybe that's enough to transmit all this dirt on the relay
It does not matter, the children of asphalt or squeak one way of truth
Prices do not give time to the ideas of the beast
Self-confidence is the idea in May
I do not know why but it's me, even in the dead of winter to go to Gray's The Heart
Despite his fatigue
It can be seen as you do not come and the wisdom of old age
You go away to heaven, and I pray for forgiveness of our sins will stay here