Текст песни Коммутатор - Триумф Воли

So it is that life is driving into a dead end,
And sparing himself ready to yell,
From the outstanding problems going round the head.
When the spirit is not easy and wilted,
Convince "of life - school, I am a disciple"
To cheer myself, I remember the words:

Triumph of the Will and the cold calculation!
Overcoming the pain, the loss does not count!
There are forces, have faith in our hearts!
Not all played roles, we do not need the honor!
Calluses on his fist, but in our favor by!
There are forces, still in our hands!

You too often been in such a state,
When everything around resembles Abraham
On the pages of life there and this chapter.
When there is no escape, and in his mind the collapse,
Know for the growth of God gave us a test.
To stand up again - remember these words:

Triumph of the Will and the cold calculation!
Overcoming the pain, the loss does not count!
There are forces, have faith in our hearts!
Not all roles are played - we do not need the honor!
Calluses on his fist, but in our favor by!
There are forces, still in our hands!