Текст песни prosto.tank - Сбросив всё

dropping everything to a simple, extraterrestrial void,
I leave only a couple of shirts.
turning all hopes and rusty dreams
into a waltz of fragments of your favorite broken cups.

lighting fires from burnt ashes,
turning nothing into absolute something.
even if the sky is blinded with glasses,
there is hope that the world will be better than before.

don't fall off, don't merge, keep going,
picking up toxic smoke through your nose.
I know for sure that soon, a little ahead
subtle scent of flowers .. albeit barely perceptible.

I know for sure that eternity is continuous movement,
even if through pain, through cold and hunger,
and the process of decomposition smells like static.
if you can zero, you are still young.

I will come to look at the cooled "was"
only through kilometers of torn years,
and, with my present, smiling arrogantly,
I will continue to walk from trouble to victory.