Текст песни Seven Skies In Me - На Пути

Everyone who put everything on the Zero
Money and time that money is more expensive ...
Incidentally, the system whipped on Roger.

Those who did not hide from light face
Hair for the gate, or in the proof.
Authors of street spectacles, poets on the fence.

Children of the Cold War, we do not dare
You forbid you to die for the idea.
It will be not honest to stand on the way.

Your truths are not clear.
And ideals are extremely absurd.
The fact that you fed them, fit into the urns.

Can be funny, only these fools,
In the goal, in a rush and death is one.
If blessed, they are going after them.

Children of the Cold War, we do not dare
You forbid you to die for the idea.
It will be not honest to stand on the way.

Children of cruel war, we do not dare
You forbid you to die for the idea.
It will be not honest to stand on the way.