Текст песни Stan Marsh - Разве по-другому

Hundreds of phrases to throw, shot conscience
Life story does not grow into the story.
Should I lie to wallow in the foam,
Erased friends, stayed on his knees.

Smoke without fire - empty words of faith.
Do you hear me? Not kras gray my life!
Somewhere screaming, and in some cases not be the first,
Once the waiting hands to pull the nerves.

I fought with him, becoming weaker.
I would be the Sun among the cloudy days.
Among the bright gray crowd erupt like,
But trying to survive, I could not live ...

It is worth treasuring every Breathe?
Is it possible to repeat what created God?
Paradise is not for me, I will stay in the shadow of the crowd!
So no longer! Fear for every other door!