Многоточие - Поднимись Выше - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

What if nothing to strive for?

Pedestal pressure piston hopes that are not?

Inspire that I could make a mistake in the reality of loneliness of twenty-three years?

Fang heart burned, gasoline splash, so that the visibility of the feelings to whom the eyes burned?

No-e. I can not jump from the pseudorad, when the soul is like a gray-haired ash, when the past frozen the past, when there is no worse, how worse it can not be in Cuba and the future kills hopes for the best, with every minute becoming real ...

With each minute becoming present

Try to go above ...

I understood the meaning of time running forward

The truth is lying to me, and I decorate a lie.

Tell! These streets, these persons,

Is this what I could achieve height?

Here just be born in order to kill

Without reaching sixteen with his life to say goodbye

Help on losses of losses, rubbing tears,

Without slamming, not saying goodbye to close the door behind you

I am going with the chuck,

For a moment, the reunion of the eye, bored in the light.

Get away from here forever

Looking for answers to questions that bother to sleep at night.

***Chorus:

Somewhere where the street runs down the street. Yo!

Try climb above * 4

*** I am grateful to guys that they protect these streets

From failing to which the government has no business

His body substituting under blows

The generation of lengths and truth is preparing to fight,

Words stops the battle, battles in words

They are worthy of respecting and love of these streets.

I scream about it because strong silent

I urge you to understand who keeps your children

Those people do not understand, and in this you are wrong,

Know how to listen, you show the morals,

Your stupid thoughts throw them after

You will not understand that for them the truth of Milion years.

*** Chorus * 4

I'm tired of being tired, dreaming about freedom,

Nowhere are there people who I can believe

Coming to measure the grief is not for me - I'm so sick

My hands connect hate, I can not live like this:

I see only death and grief

My conscience can build mountains with its impure

Only quarrels can prove his rightness,

Breaking relationships can not ask for forgiveness

I do not like those who have never loved,

I hate those who lick ass, sells themselves,

Leaving behind two minutes of your dummy

For myself, I concluded that I would not live in vain.

Chorus * 4.