Текст песни Ах Астахова - О вере

It is killing me, and makes a sharp,
And it makes you stronger to the bone,
Much like the sun, sparkling with glitter,
Fierce, terrible faith in people.
I believe in the word that is usually enough
Carry along, forgetting the day.
And it makes the heart insanely tired
Human, nekchemnaya stupid laziness.
I believe in the actions that they are not accustomed,
In a simple, altruistic motive of different things.
I believe that everyone inside is limitless,
But in each, alas, I meet the limit.
Where only thought I did not wear,
While I was silent, grieving for the weak.
It is killing me, but it makes you stronger
Fierce, terrible faith in you.