Текст песни Евгений Клыков - По дороге

On the road, by rail
Train speeding off into the distance.
Leaving kilometers
The ones I'm not sorry.
I'm running from a past life,
Where is the fire of my soul
Hundred as useless trash
Though sin, although sin no more.
And how am I to purify the soul,
Shoot down the scale with her?
In this world, where for flattery
Hide sharp spear.
How to deal with anxiety?
What the heart has taken root.
Where is the love and faith in God
He absorbs the power of evil.
Prompt! Prompt!
Where the warmth and kindness?
Where the beginning of a new life
Poured from a blank canvas?
Where will paint black
In the hectic weekdays.
Shower would not opalёnnyh
In newborn humans.
And all the cars they ride
The train rushes off into the distance,
Leaving kilometers
The ones I'm not sorry.
I'll come, I'll come
Along the route "to nowhere."
Only one thing I know for sure
Do not ever come back, but ...
Only one thing I know for sure
Do not ever come back.