Текст песни Андрей Филин - Избрание

The path of life is like a stream of water:
Now a waterfall, now a threshold, industrial waste runoff.
Someone falls into the ocean as a particle of gray mass,
Someone else is carrying their supplies to the river.
Someone spends years as a hermit in a mountain lake
Someone feeds the wide plain with waters and
Someone from under the ground
What kind of man is boiling in my cup
Someone took a ferry to heaven ahead of time
Choose your own path

Choose which is better to unfinished or destroyed,
Fight the hopeless or drown sluggishly in the thick of it ..
Mass orgy or one sneaky in the shower
Cursing Lucifer, enslave souls.
Tempora mutandis or lyrics slurp from a puddle
Turn on TV or listen to lies from the stands.
If there is no work, factories thump amicably
I only want to accept sometimes, but someone always needs to.