Текст песни КласСики - Пределы

as a lone warrior standing on the field
I do not see the enemy can not hear the sea.
nor what was said about my share
left to surrender to his will.
and where my area that I loved ?
my street, and what they say?
not hear more joy , hope killed .
something has changed , but it sounded .
and I believe that tomorrow will be easier
I shall arise again and joy fades .
the end of the past, it no longer exists .
remembering me and my mintalitet .
even a little bit, and go crazy .
does not want to hear my head .
everything has changed , and this tired
and we must also add a line .

And no matter how I run away from life,
She catches up changing me
Priorities were normal
Only changes the worldview
but if you look at situations
I want to stay realistic
fewer believe in fairy tales
but dreams are not behind the scenes
because I now stand at the micro
and already want to say goodbye to this very
but there is life , film
another
calculated numbers do I correctly
or ride on the carousel
or is it again my brain activity repartition