Come out to the street, boy,
Otherwise, you'll never understand life.
Behind the glass you see only the distortion of reality.
This world is yours! This world is my! Come on, divided equally?
We are too often pushed his shoulders,
We often break down the door shoulders
And carry on their shoulders of their brothers, clad in zinc.
Come out to the street, boy,
Our roads are not strewn with roses,
Persons who do not feel the tears,
But it is a reality, it is a true.
Come out to the street
© Copyright: Алексей Ковчур, 2011
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