Текст песни Западный фронт - Если болит

We love the fact that he was leaving,
We believe in that which is not.
I lost count of burned bridges
And perekalechennyh years.
Come out into the open field,
I know - all on purpose.
Life checked pain
If it is not empty.

Life is like a minefield -
Step is not there - and died.
But all the sensations are reduced to the pain,
And if it hurts - so alive.

Time zalizhet all your wounds,
Time to learn to endure.
And all that time, not cure
Someday cure death.
Let wound sprinkled with salt,
And the world is so beautiful and cruel.
Life is measured by pain,
Which thou hast prevailed.

Life - like a minefield,
Step is not there - and died.
Yet purification reduces pain,
And if it hurts - so alive.

Here's another summer traveled around the trees -
How old am I?
Again trouble scratching at the door -
How many troubles me?
Another rain on the roof of my -
I have a million rains
And if you hurt today, tomorrow I will be
On the whole pain is severe.

Help to climb again
Light and rebelliousness fate.
Life is measured with joy,
You wear a