Текст песни W.R. - Белые вороны

Chorus:
Each has its own road, its own ground clearance
Finding the right answer to questions
Changing all habits, looking in different directions
Unfriendly coast, and we are white crows!
one.
Cutting thoughts in half, power consumption
The body is exhausted, dropped all doubts
No time left to go back
You need to go ahead and look problems in the eye
Life is short, pleasure in motion
Any new day gives new pleasure
People do business, believing in themselves and in luck
Others hide their face under a mask
The price of such knowledge is so high
The unburning flame will take you to the clouds
Not everything is as smooth as it seems at first glance
Trail after trail, life line will line up
Premature damage assessment, here's the answer
All these condescensions translate reality into "NO"
Eyes filled with flames of fire and passion
There is always a choice, and one definitely leads to happiness
2.
The main exit, it is always there, scary with a new one
Black longing overcomes, dim eyes
The stock always lights up with a steel shine
A whisper of amazement, another failure with a bang
False instinct breaks all stereotypes
Own thoughts are lost with a wild creak
These gaps were in stark contrast.
And in the eyes you can see a lot that it will give predators
Going in circles, feeling the wildness of heaven
Living only by reason, a life as complex as a press
And involuntarily to remember, self-distrust
You boast with a grateful smile that you are not at the bottom
In your dead flesh you see only decoration
In an empty encampment you seek forgiveness for sins
An irresistible need in the night frost
Stopped rooted to the spot when I found prose in myself