Ricochet - Роняя слова на ветер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Give me confirmation, I do not believe in the face, tired of opening the shell: millions of futile attempts to break through - the result is always equal to zero. Towards always directing the palm, stumble upon someone's case, closed from the inside, like a product ready for sale. There is no life in the walls of life - life in the veins, in the initiation of objects, and not in objects, in the fact that there are changes, and not the annals of changes. Life is that a person is fraught with, often locked in the walls.