Свобода воли - 02 - На линии огня - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

On the line of fire

(Music - Yuri Kondrashov, Words - Artem Sindev)

On the fire line again graduation,

Where you can again become a pinch of ash,

Burn, closing the window in front of yourself,

Leave everything without receiving an answer.

In the area burned land,

Beat the viciously of the scourge, legs let down,

On the platoon is waiting for the potential

Return back, push off the road.

Near the darkness thumps,

Waiting for the wrong step, to the moun's cliff.

But the heart knocks and under the onslaught slabs,

Dusty living

Power boils, turns that it is tested,

Sting gone.

Hidden in the Mol, bending in the saddle

To go targets

Beat not moaning, wipe to a dream

With faith

On the fire line.

Here time develops a gift

Paper tear steel networks,

Be able to keep any blow

Wash fragments in gray.

Dusk takes off the veil.

Everything is harder the look rushed away.

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Often, a person faces an unfair attitude of society to himself and close, tolerates humiliation from the authorities and authorities, it should be unreasonable instructions or against the will does not fulfill its work. Arrows fly to him, bullets, label to hit the satellite to her friendly friends. Adapt to this - there is no other way out. You are all my life on the line of fire.

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