Текст песни 4160, beloe-suhoe - Шаги

My thorny path began
Where poverty was the norm
I wouldn't have the conscience to say
That I was unhappy—Mom knows
The scent of those tired, fatherly hands
"Everything will work out"
"They’ll kick the habit"
Somehow, they had to cope
Three two-story buildings, Tanya—just a girl
The habit of striking while everyone argues
No need for foolish rules or limits
A carefree list of woes
I knew things would get better
If I moved with a steady flow
I’d call out to her beneath her window
And my bloodied heart would pound
My parents
Still prayed for their son, just the same
My ambitions
Dragged me down into the mire
But that lighthouse beckoned to me
It was the music of the streets
In it, I heard hope
Time flew by like a bullet—a bullet
It led me upward
Straight into the clouds
They tried to drag me down
But there was no other way
And then, youth came to meet us
In my memory, I gaze fondly
At the first sketches
Of that youthful folly
The demand grew higher
The kind that comes from within
Drugs and petty thefts
Claimed the very best of the guys—RIP
To remain, at least outwardly, human
Doesn't seem hard—just look
We cut each other deep—without a knife
On this slippery path
I embraced the universe, I strangled it
To many, that seems strange
I searched for a path toward something bright
At the bottom of a glass
Later, I’d find something true
Amidst all the deceit
I dove in headfirst
I fell, I rose, and started anew
I played games with the powerful
To see who could jump the highest
And thank God, I honed my own skills
Now, I can see the road ahead clearly
My name is in the credits of a film
Titled *To Live*
I know what we need
We simply need to love
It all fits together so perfectly
Yet the secrets lie just off-screen
They hide their insecurities
In Ziploc bags out past the ring road
Their childhood dreams
Were battered down by hail
Mom She wept for her son—
With his father and older brother.
Oh well.
I draped the little girl in clothes with care—
And the kind that cost a fortune, too.
Just to make those jackasses grind their teeth in envy.
I make myself sick.
I look—fucking—charming.
All polished and fine on the outside...
But my soul is stained.
Oh well.
I work so that tomorrow may come.
I’m hungry for action.
Here, hunger is my co-author.
The city grows meaner every day;
Playing with fire here is dangerous.
You don't know the half of it—
But I know exactly how things are on your end.
It’s freezing cold.
I’ve filled my eyes with darkness;
You can't run from reality—
You can only trust the signs.
Who said that a strong man
Has never shed a tear here?
From love to hate—
Following right in each other's footsteps.
Step by step.
For anything and everything can happen on this road.
For anything and everything can happen on this road.
Trying to remain—well—human...
It shouldn't be hard—just look:
We cut each other to ribbons without a knife,
Here on this slippery path.