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Where do I get so many fears, doubts?
Where from? I was born to praise the Pope in heaven... I know people weak without faith,
But in comparison with them, even - I died

Where I am from and who I am - I know myself!
I am shrouded in fear with my fetters, I am tired,
As if I had become someone weak, but back into the darkness,
If you look, I am pushing with a plow of fears,
Swearing, passions and in pieces
If you collect the path - the road is not empty
But I am here, and not there! Although there was no blowing in the sails
A favorable draft, but I am here and not there...
This means that being a traveler,
I walked between a bunch of steep slopes or cliffs
Fell, the poisonous steam choked the soul,
But not a spring key, nor an ocean-stream
I found. I became washed, watered, but not
That will not drive the eyes from the dark alleys!
Blood sends to the slaps from fear, after all
There is no island in the middle of those waters in my head
I am a jerk! Once devalued
By the ocean virgin soil, having set the goal of the vale
To leave - I grabbed, but not to the light but to fear
Hypocritical? I know, but I left my face in those places...
After all, I tell everyone about freedom, but it is not worth a coin
My speech, catch the story
In which there is zero faith, not a micron. During a storm in the forest
I forget about thunder, hail and God who will cover me again!

Where do I get so many fears, doubts?
Where do I get them from? I was born to praise the Pope in heaven... I know people weak without faith,
But in comparison with them even - I died

Where does this faith come from for people who, with saliva
Splashing, shout: "I write tracks into the void?
With that thought, with words you read that - people are "rubbish"
They will call your track. Consider sending in chorus
Some, the ministers of the temples, not lovingly drive
On three letters, others will spit from themes
Of your albums, go fill them with laudatory
Singing or what children hear!"
Where do the coals of patience come from instead,
No spirit in the body? In moments where I don't know
Where is the path, with a bag of caustic and stinking
Substances - varnish, collapsed, somewhere in the middle of the hall
Where is the evil on the face, the tear on the eyelid?
When in the kitchen, drunk, rivers of
Products flow from my mouth from my precious, strong
Beloved person! I prayed after all. But
As a result, a new package! Fall on all fours again!
Raise the one who puked again! Yell at daddy
Sky! Even knowing how life offended me before...
I kicked it in the neck, because I won't get up in the present-
That's what's scary... only it's behind
I've been clean from drug addiction since the summer,
My relatives then quit drinking and
If this is not a victory- then you're blind, oh!
There is light above the surface of the depths,
I can't see when- I believe and climb up
I begin. I dream "all the songs piss everyone off"
Okay, but this is just a new abyss

Where do so many fears and doubts come from in me?
Where do they come from? I was born to praise the Pope in heaven... I know people who are weak without faith,
But in comparison with them, even I died
Where from, oh, where from