Текст песни Саша Сэнс Прохоров - Каждый своя предыстория

After all, we are one cut - invisible matter
And each back of his own
And every superstition
No words, no sad fairy tales,
But only a solid line
The ability to burn all at once
Global skill

I'm afraid one thing: don't be afraid
Laughing, something doesn't laugh at me
And with both fingers
I offer everyone the sun
Live, for now they will not call
Live, waiting for the removal
Live, in your world licked
Not accepted not to lick

Swallowed bullets tremble in me
They are cold and lonely
Believe me nothing ended
A vicious circle and only
All this is so arranged
Made and verified
And each back of his own
Everyone is a superstition.