Текст песни Артём Стыров - Курс на восход

Walk the razor's edge,
Emotions keep.
On one iota to the side - and the dust,
One can understand the fear of falling.

Did you see the purpose and rules to it,
Not noticing the lights.
The wind tore to shreds the sails
And the storm burned the heavens.

Who used to wait, he will wait forever.
You lived storm, Born to Win.

The course of the sunrise and the howling of the storm.
Here, the world is not here to another world,
It's dark all the bottom
From storm heaven!

Scored wave pulse of the earth,
Haughty destroying ships ...
You still been afloat
But the wheel was torn out of the hands!

Accustomed to wait - the peace and grace.
You lived storm, Born to Win.

You had angered the fate
On that day, no wind and calm ?!
Now happiness is my only weapon, unfortunately
Element rushes under the keel
And gnashing riffs on the stern
Under the roar of the enraged the Wind!
All my life you attracted to,
What other forbidden for ever !!!