П.о С.Т. - Нет сил - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The window is open and it is worth taking only a step

In a broken life, a daring mat was set by fate. The seventh floor, an opening, window, earth - a simple route. And there is no one who shouts to you in the trail - wait! To decide simply, more difficult to overcome fears. The soul as a prisoner, the cage of the flesh is torn to leave. When from all sides the dead end among worldly worries, drooping in spirit, are looking for a way out where the entrance is. Here is the border - I don’t care, it is a foregone conclusion, to wait and there is no more strength to wait for the ardor for a long time. Having rejected the flour, he overcame the marnish line. He spread his hands and threw his body down with a stone. Pictures of life for a moment swept by a whirlwind. The earth took its own, and so I wanted to go to the sky.