What do you want to change, If you can not go beyond the threshold. Heat, rain, wicked truth, lies ... And everything scares, But life has its time
They have, perhaps this isn't given to me? You're so decided, but continues to hope for God Without opening the shutters, you spit in your window, But look into the open, there need your help
Be those who couldn't care For at least about yourself
We're all creators of our history Write, shed blood Until you'll breathe one's last
It is too early to put an end The epilogue has not come yet