Местный - концентраты жизни - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I will fly to you, you will be proud of me,

I find in years, your smile in faces.

Let me only, happiness dreams, let only dream.

I'm not so sorry, brush a tear from the eyelashes.

You know the streets eat very often weak,

And at least one I am in the world, I will be strong - mom.

You remember, you taught, do not fall into the dirt face,

He did not become a scoundrel, but life with a bad end.

Although the end is not soon, although after a minute a jump into the void,

And I will not meet the morning, the morning of gray colors under the concentrate of life.

Give me brushes I will develop the walls of truths.

Thoughts are clean, let me believe in paradise,

Just love, suffer, meet the month of May.

Know, I'm starting from scratch,

Where, you, you did not have your fist to the ceiling.

I will say what is not news for you. The world is not so sunny and friendly. This is a very dangerous, hard place.

And if only you give a slack, he will overturn with such force you that you will no longer get up anymore. Neither you nor I, no one in the world beats as much as life. It doesn’t matter how you hit, but it is important how you hold a blow, how you move forward. You will go - go, if you do not take a fright. Only so they win! If you know what you are standing, go and take your own, but be ready to hold the blows, and not to cry and say: “I did not achieve anything because of him, because of her, because of someone”! So do cowards, and you are not a coward! It cannot be! But until you believe in yourself, there will be no life.