Текст песни дальнобой - Дороги, которые мы выбираем

Sunny circle
And the sky is not only around -
The sky seems to be somewhere under the skin of each of us.
Enemy or friend?
I want to believe, and not check.
Sleep! That's an order. You feel - you won’t sell the night.

Roads, roads, roads are to blame
Which we choose.
Roads, roads, roads are to blame
Which we that we choose.

You went outside
Your yard, as always, surrounds the fence:
Someone is an obstacle, someone is pleased - there is something to break.
And the eternal argument:
Who is the first, who is worse, who is right, who is shell-shocked.
Night, turn off the light - in the dark it is safer to miss.

Roads, roads, roads are to blame
Which we choose.
Roads, roads, roads are to blame
Which we that we choose.