Текст песни STANMARSH - Время выбирать

Our lives - hundreds of ways,
It tracks thousands of small losses.
And only a handful of people,
Whose words we so want to believe.

Select targets for future years
Can themselves.
And grilles, cut light
Between us there.

Arrange and forget
Everything in its place.
At least something to change
Do you want to own.

Let his hands behind his back,
Extinct opinion,
But the choice is yours!
Come back!

No light ahead,
Only vile fear.
It's in your chest
And on the lips.

But life is given to you,
To decide
No retreat in the fight
And choose.

Your right to tell the truth
Or the right to remain silent.
To recognize someone by sight
Or ignore.

Your right to aspire to something
Or right abyss.
Smiling, meet your morning
Or fight for power.