MX - Следущий шаг - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Predicting his every step, with fear of doing something wrong, counting to a hundred, go back, plug some of yourself and take the next step.

Walking clearly, equally, equally dividing the left and right sides, leaving the internal disputes aside, opening the pores, spreading the horizons, go forward

not to look at anything.

Whatever the road blocked, because it is so expensive, so great that there are people who will help again and again, friends from God.

Friends with a lift, under the juice, as part of the word “friendship”, they are the root, the main component of the word, and quarrels, well, what is there, they can’t do it without it.

It is difficult, of course, but compromises are possible, even needed, especially in a winter cold, when the gnasket of the wind interferes with thinking, and a hot mug will never hurt.

Asking yourself how everything will be further, step by step, everything changes, change and we mean that it will happen in 10 years, who will be with us, with whom we will meet the dawn.

Whether our song is sung, whether our thoughts are washed off so quickly, not having time to form a shot, still just a little and everything would have crawled out. circle over the heads of passers -by in a city, a single whole over the unity of non -present.

It is difficult to think about such topics, a kind of burden that will not fall from you and will fool your life until the end of your life, but get used to the thought of pure madness.

A kind of karma on our hearts, tied hand and foot, in four walls under the knock of a pulse, under the battle of the heart, the soul breaks out of the lead cage.

Each step, every moment, a new sensation-hysterical, the world is forgotten, as a breath of wind from memory was washed off, nothing remains, even strength.

Even the strength for the mat, in the breath, for the exhale, the strength to the next step, the strength to choose, sat on the ledge, drama, sincere desire to die, put down the bullet so that it is quickly.

Whether our song is sung, whether our thoughts are washed off so quickly, not having time to form a shot, still just a little and everything would have crawled out. circle over the heads of passers -by in a city, a single whole over the unity of unlike