В НЕБЕСА - Там, куда идём
текст песни

Even if the asphalt is burning
The steel is weary and there's no way through
They're flying to the news again in search
While there's still a fresh trail
A solitary torture chamber
But you're not alone in the sea of ​​fruitless attempts
Day after day, a fight with fire
We find ourselves where we're going
Let's go!
And I once hid my tears of despair
Among the collective farm ruins
On anxious nights
In search of liberation
From everyday scandals
I caught the message of those ideals
From cassette tapes
Growing up, I realized they don't exist
But I believed God wasn't a deceiver
And gradually broke out of the tight circle of hell
The judge is wrong anyway
Because the kid is wired differently
Stars flew from his eyes and sang on TV shows
The little one doesn't cry, he worshipped luck
He learned to distinguish the gifts of fate
From selfish handouts
The past is compost for the future garden
And better therapy than an anesthetic block
I remember how the first dummies were knocked down
I was so restless searching for myself
Among truth and lies
From big to small, from loan to repayment
I tried to rise higher
Through prayers and curses
I never left the planet of seekers
The creator's experiment
In the work of an ordinary man
A lesson learned from someone who is not subject to anyone
He smiles at us when passions subside
Even if the asphalt is burning
The steel is weary and there's no way through
They're flying to the news again in search
While there's still a fresh trail
An overpass under the underside of truth
Once the sun warmed my hands
Drawing with white chalk on the asphalt
Hands reached up, the seed absorbed the water
Three Days Grace and Three Days of Rain
- Time washes everything away
It's not too late to be surprised
In life, things happen like that It happens
Life and freedom
Fills the heart with strength to the brim
From the outskirts of the city roads And if only I knew how
We're hardly better than the long-tired writers That's how it is
And only a fool considers himself a winner
Music frees from the straitjacket
I wanted to be wiser, but more often I was forced
To accept in return my own nonsense
Which returned more than once
I would gladly stop chasing the essence
But if I stop
WHAT IS MY PATH WORTH then?
In memory of the guy from Kuzminsky Park
Penetrating lines
Greetings to the OUTSIDE OF THE DEVIL!
In the HEAVENS the call signs will fall silent
Even if the asphalt is burning
The steel is tired and there is no passage
They fly to the news again in search
While there is still a fresh trail
A solitary torture chamber
But you are not alone in the sea of ​​fruitless attempts
Day after day a fight with fire
We find ourselves where we are going