Текст песни 9. Saqafat - Путь.

It's like a jump from the rocks
The only question is whether it was flying or falling
Life is flying
But the collision is about to come
Go on ...
Just think about what's ahead of you.
Do not get lost ....
Where are you going? After all, there are many trails.
Which one will you give due?
It is better to have a "Wind Rose"
Than follow the false.
Our whole life is like this way
What not to bring back, and to bend
Stubbornly, straight into the pit, how could I not roll?
It is dangerous to follow blindly, traces under snow and spruce are noticeable.
After all, this is posthumous, and how dare you go so, for your path is unknown.
I will say at last, only that once we have shaken, we are in a hurry.
Your life is sung and no return will be from the next world.
It's absurd so, behind the herd in time, stomping unevenly on the heels
Soak up that the Earth is on three whales, think until you have covered the stove
This misfortune is forgotten by people and they live only in the afternoon by one
Do not think what happened and what will be, each halted himself with a halo

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We are constantly running somewhere
Like a herd of lost sheep
Someone suggested to us the direction
And we all think that it is necessary

Constantly where that we run
Like a herd of obedient rams
We naprvlenie someone instilled
This is the road of the stray
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In this pursuit of monetary happiness
Only one can hear tinnitus
People tearing each other apart
The soul is forgotten.
But our life is like a chess game and you have to fall
After the game in one box there will be a pawn and a padishah
Dirty thoughts to myself stuffed in my head, as if I got out of the mine
You drained the staff, the brotherhood, without seeing landscapes, landscapes.
Unimaginable, in the hectic days of these days, wandering around
You are cattle, who replaced God with money, stars and horoscopes.
This is excavation in search of the right life, save the planet
You are like blind arrows - you have no goal.
Soul poor, think where you are going
Carelessly sweet life is like a wasp in honey.
All, all of you will die, do not come back, the time goes away
And every split second may be the last for your flesh,
But you do not care, the mistake is - live at random.
Everyone here believes in Paradise, and no one wants to believe in Hell.