Текст песни Mick - подкинутая монета

through thorns to the stars drenched in sweat and blood
smiling you sprinkled salt on my wounds
fell asleep and woke up as if on stakes
but no matter how painful, I will not go the roundabout way

hiding the dream deeper under the windowsill
watched the night eat up the gray afternoon
driving the twilight stepping on their heels
hope is playing hide and seek in a concrete box

I would have howled at this yellow moon long ago
but you can't show your weakness to anyone
I am like Achiles only without weak points
chitinous carapace and pectoral cross

many battles have already passed over the years
experienced the joy of victory, the bitterness of defeat
this chain of events on the retina imprint
not the last duel I don't take off my gloves

life's blows left scars on the body
I remember how we sweated through the blizzards
the wings are hidden in the briefcase because they wanted to fly
the feathers of enemies burned with fire

many flew from this endless carousel
in the digital maze slowly damp
deepened so that even the sky is not visible
look around bytes and bits

see the bird of happiness of tomorrow
already about to leave these parts
you need to grab her by the tail and pull towards you
whatever one may say, it's better late than never

just ahead don't wait I won't give up
the one who did not fall did not rise
let evil tongues crack behind your back
I only go forward and higher my flag

the coin tossed stuck somewhere between
hopeless sadness and last hope
but under a layer of all these gray clothes
as before, a strong rod is hidden