Текст песни Койот - Путник ft.Jeton Barabas

This is the road to thawing , and even go up the hill .
All this faith in the Light is haunted in his chest.
Yes spit on everything . Fuck it all to hell ,
Over there by the river you can see the silhouette of a city with a black ?
There are houses , sealed in the stone walls ,
They are people just shake their children in cradles ,
They rest there and secular silence.
And we march this road distant destiny ,
And we march fate swallow the dust ,
Fate to wander the wastes hundreds of miles ,
Fate look at the horizon until dawn ,
And soaking up the coals feelings, to find my way to the light.
And how do we go on living ? The pass response .
After years of twisted strands of experience of past years .
Hardships testing burdens troubles.
Do not be afraid of the dark ! After all, it is in this light is born !

Every day I ask God only one thing:
" To only real friends were in my house . "
I habitually leave uncovered door.
The sadness in the eyes of their fancies , I still believe people .
No promises, but in the performance of a given word .
It is my honor is more important than any law !
We often seem to have forgotten about something very simple ,
Next flipping through the pages , but regretting later.
It seems all over, but the goods are not throwing off .
All that you so blindly shore, no longer destined to save .
So no oaths at all, but merely empty words
You come to build all that is beyond the power .
I would give at least one support , all the soul echoes
In a dark veil and often seeing silhouettes of the sea,
This memory fragments embedded under the skin.
Would know what a bad bargain , would believe in something that expensive .
The most annoying that everyone goes himself to himself ,
In splendid isolation PROMIN sofa .
But tomorrow is a new day , and again the head to the shoulders,
And again, will be hidden from view view colliding .
Is such a personal choice , so to speak , is everyone's business .
There would be true for each corrupt .
Someone's winding road , someone measured smoothly .
But the main thing - that the main thing remains the main thing!

I'm drifting away , go and not look back ,
Dark water behind the foam explodes.
Will be a day and there will be food , metaphorical peak and bottom.
Will sleep during the day and at night merrymaking .

Ring lifelong straight road to the house,
As far as the eyes close whirlpool.
Carousel turns the ringing mugs
Dizzy from the loss of springs in toys.
All outbreaks quickly and there is no extra servings .
Boots polished , nail them Almighty .
Perhaps we are , it seems , are free,
But as shrews dig themselves blindly passes.
Viator deliver us from the biting impact bars ,
Viator spared from the chilling snow razors
Give wayfarer sun and the wind is fair ,
And bring him there , where everything will fall oputy .
And who would not be you , you send a salute .
Going nowhere, all believe that you will find .
Around that meeting on the way , I'll assign your name.
Without fire, no smoke , no fire without us .

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Burning Bridges will not let us go back.
Keep an open palm brother, that's a good sign .
You do not be sad , there were those who did not to alarm
And all those who need you on the road with you .
Take a look ! But not back and at the sides,
See how we have eyes burn ? And in them you yourself !
Hope compass leads through time .
The choice is yours , because everything inside of you .
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