Текст песни ZikWal - По Дороге 2

& quot; On the road, part two: Get up from your knees! & quot;
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Verse 1
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Do you know this feeling when you stand on the edge?
When do you realize that you have already been broken?
When all the forces ran out and the fuse goes out?
When are you on your knees and dead tired ?!
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Weakened arms and legs
lost faith in god
and nowhere else to wait for help, the rules are strict,
and you lie on the gravel road of your soul.
You can not stand up and understand - this is life!
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Trampled by those whom you valued like a brother once,
those who passed by when you fell and cried,
those who kept from heat and hail. In reward -
a couple of punches and the phrase & quot; Guy, this is what you need! & quot;
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Demons are near: here and there
come on the heels
looking for eyes, and you save yourself, only yourself!
Lips to bite blood,
sorry, like a wasp. Forever and ever
remember the words: ........
Die or Stand Up!
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Chorus

even if the sky is black, just stand up and go.
On the road from the gravel of your soul
through the fire and rain - just get up and go
on turns and convolutions of fate
let your dreams break - just get up and go
in transitions in the cold of the night quiet
when you're alone - just get up and go,
we walk somewhere near
just look at it.

Verse 2:
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What are the questions? I knew that many would leave!
Forget and do not help! However, nobody asks you!
Just as a result, poetry became life prose,
frost - tears dried up with flame and memory.
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More pain will not be
willy-nilly let go
The battlefield is not empty
scream late - so be it!
I have long remembered these cries by heart:
a lot of these were But the pulse is still pounding!
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Stern world around,
don't give up friend
listen to the heart beat
and break the vicious circle
suddenly you will get a chance and you will achieve everything yourself
faith and work will be rewarded: believe my words!

I myself, barely got up,
I did not give up the position, even though I was tired
did not stop fighting - survived
waited, knocked out, squeezed, stood higher,
you are getting lower and lower - this is fate !!!
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Verse 3
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Forget the name: now
I will be by myself:
according to the principles of loneliness, a hunted beast is torn,
I'm not a hero and not a genius, not blue blood,
if you can hit, then hit.
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Laws? To hell!
Help? To hell!
Lying? To hell!
I choose freedom!
And after many years,
I choose freedom!
Through pipes, fire and water?
I choose freedom!
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Sideways glances
from the language of droplets of poison,
the system winds and hisses, preparing to attack,
trying to bite, kill: so I am not happy.
And next to those whose boss still wears Prada.
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Another game will determine the final,
last round play pan or go
new time puts your sample:
I build a path for each of you.