I the meaning of this life I see in,
To sparing neither soul, nor body,
To go forward, to love and to work
Itself is not leaving for later.

Movements discover the beauty,
Halfway between not choosing,
Establishing in the side, walk on the edge,
Having crossed the goal line.
Do not wait for the end, in the hours with his eyes,
Then, on the edge of the freely breathe.
And the bullets that will find you
You won't hear,
And the rest passed the fly.
In the midnight darkness to see the light,
And выйдти to the light, as go to the goal.
All bends passing to the limit
The belief that there is no limit.
Do not despise, not to argue, but to forgive
All those who are in my hand given up.
On each of us death had in the pool,
So is it worth to talk about it...
Do not wait for the end, in the hours with his eyes,
Then, on the edge of the freely breathe.
And the bullets that will find you
You won't hear,
And the rest passed the fly.