Валентина Фитиль - Дальше сам
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I take songs from every place
And pile them one after another into my worn backpack.
There's a clear feeling that this game
I can never finish.
My weight barely increases, and walking is easy.
But I know the law is harsh on details.
If you take too many songs,
There won't be room for other things.
And all that I hoarded before the songs.
I press them tighter with a trembling hand.
If I'd known, I would have bought a bigger backpack.
And now—where will you find one like that?

But barely audible, for a brief moment
The essence of my songs rings behind me
I lose my doubts in an instant
Remembering that the path is true

There are roads more terrible and evil than mine
And brighter, richer, more worthy ones
And certainly there are more honest and more direct ones
And more resonant, more talented ones—countless too
But I know the second law of the road
There is no place for regret or fear here
And everyone will have their own Rubicon here
If they have enough strength and years to get there

I drag myself forward, dispelling sadness
With the chimes of brass from past places
And everywhere I feel the clear pulse
My heavy meaning, like a rough cross

And the third law of the road says
If you left home, go all the way
To the barren plains, where the wind, full of despair and lead, pierces through your skin
Fall on your knees and cough up blood
Spit indifferent grayness in your eyes
From Throw away your knapsacks and songs
And don't even think, don't even think, don't even think of looking back

The mournful northern recitative
And the ringing folk of spring greenery
The aggressive tune of urban slums
And the carefree punk rock of a burning summer
Fit them together, like slabs, one after another
And align them with the sun and the sky
After all, the fourth law of the road is simple
If you've reached the edge, then build on it yourself