Текст песни Кипелов и Маврин - Путь наверх

You are thrown down the force of fate,
You are humiliated and crushed
Time to forget the one you were
But remember who you became ...
Broken on the bottom - where anyway,
For what glory loved you.
Meanness by fire puts stigma,
Your soul is empty ...
People on de chit in darkness,
They are ready to eat each other,
Just to extend the wild life
Street to yourself.
Its among them, greedy and evil,
You rush in the same pack in a circle,
We clarify with them the law under the knife,
Like a slave or prophet!

Oh if I only listen to silence,
Not false, not flattery, no noon or darkness,
Under the sun in the snow melting,
Love, not knowing, -
You would die of evil longing!

Chorus:

Hay, residents of the sky,
Who was not yet at the bottom?
Without passing the hell
You do not distinguish paradise!
Hay, residents of the bottom,
Thunder laughs at you:
To be with him on equal
There is one way - up!

But the bright beam will break into the brain,
And submissions will choose a wedge,
Last days in the soul will come to life -
A new sin will happen.
Blood on the hands, blood on the stones,
By bodies and miserable backs
Those who are ready to die in slaves
You rush again upstairs ...

Oh if I only listen to silence,
Not false, not flattery, no noon or darkness,
Under the sun in the snow melting,
Love, not knowing, -
You would die of evil longing!

Chorus.