| There are so many thoughts in my head... Sometimes I even think that I won't have enough words,
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| to pour out all my pain.
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| And these white sheets are hidden from others, something sacred, which is usually written in
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| diaries.
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| And God grant us, someday to see in reality, this distant dream, for which I live,
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| For whose sake and with whom am I having this conversation, and with whom I have risen against mountains and walls.
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| Ahh! |
| I lose control and again poison in the blood, and again the rage covers.
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| And as if he himself is not his own, and as if everything is alien, the sun, I'm sorry, but today the cold of the moon
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| with me.
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| And in this chilly trembling the rain was inaudibly dripping, and I went there wet,
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| where are you waiting for me.
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| And I will come with victory after fire, water and copper, so maybe then I will write
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| your last track.
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| Chorus:
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| This track is not the last! |
| No, no, this track is not the last one!
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| This track is not the last! |
| No, no, this track is not the last one!
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| No, no, this track is not the last one! |
| No, no, this track is not the last one!
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| This track is not the last! |
| No, no, this track is not the last one!
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| It's probably good that he didn't die in doorways or shabby entrances,
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| that in the house opposite.
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| That I didn’t look for a muse in a glass when it was difficult and in order to fill it,
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| did not ask for coins from passers-by.
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| Do you remember how many times I wanted to quit it all? |
| How people like to say
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| I'll start everything from scratch.
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| But when there are sheets at home, and it's autumn outside my window, I again wrote what
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| about which the souls of the strings ache.
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| I remember the wise men who looked at me, it makes sense for you to do what
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| what do you need to do?
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| And only now I regret that then they were stingy, every one of them understood,
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| that were stupid.
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| Now I am not alone, but everyone has the same idea and we are floating upwards, breaking away from the bottom.
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| Let our first joint track be the last for us, we will listen to it later,
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| when gray hair breaks through.
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| Chorus:
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| This track is not the last! |
| No, no, this track is not the last one!
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| This track is not the last! |
| No, no, this track is not the last one!
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| No, no, this track is not the last one! |
| No, no, this track is not the last one!
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| This track is not the last! |
| No, no, this track is not the last one!
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| Sometimes I face a wall of doubt that this is all temporary, that opinions
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| stronger than me.
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| Maybe we should not look for salvation in these moments, maybe we should change everything.
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| Maybe all this is not mine, maybe I turned the wrong way or didn’t go there at all.
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| When I hit the ceiling, and what will happen, what will happen if this show suddenly ends.
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| But when I look brothers in the eyes, I understand: nothing will extinguish this flame.
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| It burned and will always burn, when we were nobody, and when we become somebody.
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| We do not change the flag, Moscow, North-West, tomorrow we will definitely check for strength
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| all,
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| What do we have. |
| But there is no way back for us, and therefore I know for sure that ...
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| Chorus:
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| This track is not the last! |
| No, no, this track is not the last one!
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| This track is not the last! |
| No, no, this track is not the last one!
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| No, no, this track is not the last one! |
| No, no, this track is not the last one!
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| This track is not the last! |
| No, no, this track is not the last one! |