Текст песни Grim dictator - В погоне за призом

verse 1
In life as in line, always someone extreme
From its much more painful to receive wounds
Many years in gray clothes we pass near
People without a goal and aspiration, with a blank look

Errors hail, not those we call a brother
In the collection of texts, only sad smileys
What to do, such here are the files
Over the shoulders were lyfy, but little emotion

if my life is football, then I'm in it the Russian team
Times are not simple, the past is forgotten
The trace caught a cold there, I asked for the supreme power
You can forgive for nothing, a rush of evil, like a spark

I do not know who repeated these flaws first
I walked along the Milky Way, though my eyelids grew heavy
On repetition in the ears, play your favorite tracks
Born in 20, living in the 21st century

chorus;
In pursuit of the prize, much is not true
The system checks us for strength and your nerves
Actions on the machine, template thinking
Flies will fly to shit, bees to jam

couplet 2
We were doomed to death, but in fact so plainly and did not live
Someone who has mountains of oil who have layers of dust
I crumbled sheets, the author, my 8 miles
I put my thoughts on paper in curved italics

In the cage, strength, words, hands and ink
The line of events, I drew my story, look
I thought I was lonely when no one outside
It turned out lonely when no one inside
 
And someone's fun, someone's sadness
and wherever I was, always back to my home
Let it be hard, the tears dry in the wind
These are my feelings, in the tracks I live

I'm here even when there is absolutely no gleam
Intertwined, roads, on the map, common lines
Events are plentiful downpours
Time will harden, you will acquire tusks