Текст песни Marselle - Остается только вера

In the words of truth and falsehood
You must be able to select the desired letter - is a science
Squealer always be a bitch, and my hands
There will always be directed to the sky, and the sound
My music is rushing when the eyes are narrowed
In this world too many weapons
Too much attention to detail
People have become an accessory to the things - I Mans
To all my enemies, all my friends
I stay the same evil old age
What is faith, when everyone wants to be the first
And with the first evil mother nerves?
In my genes Caucasus and sky
My theme for those who still believe
Hold the steering wheel firmly when cornering
Our fear - it is only white sheets
I'm not a monk, even longer
Read me my tattoo on my skin
Knives sheathed, in-line membrane
Know one thing: words can hurt

Chorus:

Yo-yo-yo-yo, wake me up, my spring
Yo-yo-yo-yo in my dream of heaven
Too much evil too little faith, yo-yo-yo-yo
We can only believe

My music - my faith,
Stroke - my time
In the limit of my nerves,
I do not know the measures in this matter
Steps to goal
The body in Moscow, the mind somewhere in Marseille
On canals, not those ideals
The right people is not where it should be
Until the vibrations shake weight
But we will try to do everything you need, Braz
The streets smell than the smell of your lines
Just like a fucking nicotine my lungs
At the stage of the search at risk
While we all go under one celestial disc
Do not look askance
Our line impregnated mysticism
Our line impregnated truth
Truth - fill her sails
Freedom or captured - choose himself

Yo-yo-yo-yo Wake me my spring
Yo-yo-yo-yo in my dream of heaven
Too much evil too little faith, yo-yo-yo-yo
We can only believe