Текст песни NLT - Книга жизни

From the epigraph to the epilogue through the line head, dialogues
We describe our vices
And exploits in a book of life, but in different chapters.
The story about the pursuit of a dream in a deception.

Volume One. Carefully sduy Cover the dust.
Not for those who love fairy-tales - all you have - it's a true story.
Hundreds of actors and thousands of locations.
A world without borders, full of provocation.
Page after page, the desire to rise
Against the backdrop of the dirty streets of evil sets the rozham that shines.
On covers in gloss on the text of false publication.
Born in the struggle did not think to give up.
Blot, crushed graphite pencil.
Each line and between the lines, my soul
Riddled with sins that are pulling me back.
I want to forget many things, but only manuscripts do not burn.

Chorus:
From the epigraph to the epilogue through the line head, dialogues
We describe our vices
And exploits in a book of life, but in different chapters.
The story about the pursuit of a dream in a deception.

All that was the best, I'll put close to my heart,
Poor forget trying throw from memory.
Like passages movie moments see.
I am trying to make them closer and what happens?
Life - a thing, brother complex.
Let the white paint good, bad - black.
That there? Truth is not. Yes, that's it.
Black-and-white canvas of life, take a brush,
Kras in a new way, do not be afraid, take a step to the side.
You're one of those who wrote the story.
Diluting paints a picture of changing cloudy to clear.
Deceitful changing to a clean word for a good cause.
Not substituting for the sight of those who were his faithful dog, stop.
We did not finish this chapter.
Hold on, be strong.
We are waiting for more battle with the fate of a lifetime.

Chorus:
From the epigraph to the epilogue through the line head, dialogues
We describe our vices
And exploits in a book of life, but in different chapters.
The story about the pursuit of a dream in a deception.

With the red line back to me days that now far.
They had everything: joy and laughter, sadness and drama,
The full palette of colors, all colors.
They were feats, but there were sins
What's not to pray for forgiveness on my knees under the vault of the church.
I'm sorry, Mom, I see in your son such karma.
Correct errors later, to leave ignominiously early.
As an animal that escaped from the trap, I'll live with the psychic wound.
In my plans - to finish the saga, but its final is not yet clear.
Each new episode dangerous in its own way.
Not every turn justified.
Another would be glossed over, I continue to write the truth.

Chorus:
From the epigraph to the epilogue through the line head, dialogues
We describe our vices
And exploits in a book of life, but in different chapters.
The story about the pursuit of a dream in a deception.

Matted with tears page of the chapters of the death of loved ones.
Verbal portraits of people left in the world of dreams.
Lipstick Traces
Reminiscent of the love that was once.
Periods of ups, downs
Changing torrent of a waterfall.
Period synthesis of dreams and its disintegration.
It's not so neatly interwoven genres.
Following the novel drama, elusive change of personnel.
Looking at the ceiling under the wailing guitars yard bards.
The body current abundance of bloody acts of a shock.
Hand shaking, but I continue to display rows of jagged lines.