Текст песни Дастан - хвалебный стих...

It's no longer sad, other times have come, but
I feel like I'm not acting right.
I did not rule the ball, but I am writing myself a laudatory verse.
I didn't get sick, because I'm not even out of harm.
As before every judgment day, a sinner prays to God,
trying to turn my true story into a bad fairy tale,
but the fleeting positive melts under the sun -
his fantasy turns reality to dust.
And I want to pave my way forward, not strict,
that which cannot be returned, I will humbly wave my hand.
Someone dear to their hometown,
and my native place is where I feel peace.
(when) I never say I'm not coming back,
(dream) must be present in my eyes day by day.
(always) there is a reason to remember the bitterness of loss,
there is always time to start from scratch ... but not for me.