Lyrics Вячеслав Ковалев - Знаю, что живой

Text: Sergey Tatarinov

Grain clamped in the cob -
Yolk, cell, monolith ...
Talent ruled in the ensuing;
Soul, which hurts.
What juices pull the roots
When in the plexus of the roots,
We do not become submissive
And do not become stronger?



While the fire is burning,
While the stream is boil
While the ball is spinning,
While the clock is rushing,
While soul hurts
I know for sure that alive!

And it is not clear that more expensive:
Still - Sunset? Already - dawn?
And the look is all more and more stricter,
And do not donate the answer
Solution of a simple task,
Where options are only two:
Still - can not be otherwise
Already - cope barely.

While the fire is burning,
While the stream is boil
While the ball is spinning,
While the clock is rushing,
While soul hurts
I know for sure that alive!

Neither the words of lia, nor notes of false.
All on the surface - take!
When you do not think what's next,
What a to hell!
And nothing has changed ...
And we are alive until that time
So far we hope for mercy,
Not knowing the rules of the game.

While the fire is burning,
While the stream is boil
While the ball is spinning,
While the clock is rushing,
While soul hurts
I know for sure that alive!