Текст песни Пьяный Философ a.k.a. Дон Хуан п.у. Ваучер - Другого нет пути

drunken philosopher:
Behind us
burning lights
But ahead
I could not see no DIG
Only in the distance somewhere
like the lights were visible
but it could not
we pinpoint
no other way
only until they reach
leaving the monastery
leave behind
all the dirt and rot
to change the world and style
despite the ravings
that are on the Tiwi
unclench their fists
forgetting about stereotypes
know yourself inside
and let the smoke has eyes
crafty fingers and beckons
we have to be stronger
in this space
among the system of walls
the cold air
in this maze of fear
I do rate
only reason
not trusting phrases
what they say
Clowns in masks
let these tales
believes someone else
and I will go their separate ways
I chose it because
still on the doorstep
until in the womb

voucher:
wash off in the sink, what an expectorant,
and on the lips of donkey familiar taste of asphalt.
there all their own, but it's time to pass the buck:
rotten piles may call for a fresh start.

two rings - one final.
look back - it boils panic
inadequate crowd can strike a rock,
and as it did not try to escape the mat

secret paths slowly melting under your feet,
scorched earth remembers the pain of battle
you give me a chance, and I will decide
change whether the running step, whether running on a step change

but what's next? and how much I still have to dodge?
I aphids, and in front of my shining beacon
but the anchor pulls all stronger than me
on the edge of a bottomless pit in January cobwebs.