Текст песни Дзядевич Даниил - Твой Выбор

Kuplet1:

One puff of thought
The second - an inspiration
And so over and over again
Everything goes into oblivion

Leaving years
taking days
And on the street is still
burning lights

An evening walk
In order cases
I go, watching
The movement of bodies

Half-drunk,
Half-empty,
They all can be
They dried out brains.

Youngsters with beer
Get out of the Clubs
Sit down for a taxi
And come back in a circle

This system of life
It can not be avoided
It can not kill
And it can not be broken

Since this can be
As soon accept
Do not let others
The question itself

People see only what
What they want without noticing
As we have those lovely
And good kittens

That we were born
In this mortal world
But alas, my friend,
There is no alternative.

Chorus:

bring himself to talk to cheer
Sit down on the oak tree in the lotus position and ascended
High, where there has never been
Neither liberal nor a Neformal

Where they do not steal and do not kill
Where only the elect to himself allowed near
Democracy and paradise - it's your choice
So choose: D

Verse 2:

Stress and passed nerves
Get writing
Create, play,
To think, to write.

ridiculous thoughts
Climb to the head quickly
Made to feel
Very sweet.

Lights of the city at night
With the flight altitude
They probably look
Even very cool

How would you like to
Although used once
fly away
From the enraged masses

away from here
From the fuss
There without you
Where you are not bound

On a lonely island
Where not to count the days
Where a bright blue flame
burning lights

Where the endless sea
Measure not
as we used to in kilometers
And in Years

What is not familiar, huh?
After all, you are not able to
Leave the house mother
Away from the bustle.

Chorus:

bring himself to talk to cheer
Sit down on the oak tree in the lotus position and ascended
High, where there has never been
Neither liberal nor a Neformal

Where they do not steal and do not kill
Where only the elect to himself allowed near
Democracy and paradise - it's your choice
So choose: D

Verse 3:

On earth embankment
Your point of view
It has long set
Tombstone contempt

In the city you one, buddy
Believe me,
You're just a grain of sand,
And not a beast

Meet on clothes
And escorted to the mind
It's all just a lie
Do not trust anyone

Today you prince
Tomorrow someone else
Vtopchet your feet in the mud
And you say: "Home!"

Chorus:

bring himself to talk to cheer
Sit down on the oak tree in the lotus position and ascended
High, where there has never been
Neither liberal nor a Neformal

Where they do not steal and do not kill
Where only the elect to himself allowed near
Democracy and paradise - it's your choice
So choose: D