Текст песни Stan Marsh - Разве по-другому

Hundreds of phrases to throw, shot conscience
Life story does not grow into the story.
Should I lie to wallow in the foam,
Erased friends, stayed on his knees.

Smoke without fire - empty words of faith.
Can you hear me? Not kras gray my life!
Somewhere scream, and somewhere not to be the first
Once the waiting arms pull the nerves.

I fought with him, becoming weaker.
I would be the Sun among the cloudy days.
Among the gray crowd erupt like a bright,
But trying to survive, I did not have time to live ...

It is worth treasuring every inhale?
Is it possible to repeat what created God?
Paradise is not for me, I will stay in the shadow of the crowd!
So no longer! Fear for every other door!