AndyL - Не мой монолог - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"Everyone chooses for themselves," "Everyone chooses for themselves"—those lines of poetry are so familiar that they seem almost illuminating. Is it possible to disagree with their obvious meaning? Who doesn't want their own good? After all, a person strives for freedom and awareness, understanding that this life is theirs; and is it permissible to live it according to someone else's scenario? Almost everyone has an idea of ​​this, sometimes without articulating it in words. But does everyone follow this sound logic? Reasons to the contrary can vary—from objective to dubious, among the latter—unfounded and unprecedented self-description as a victim of circumstances;

a reluctance to change directions and modes of travel, a tacit agreement to "go with the flow." And how many directions can a life compass suggest to us? And how far can the flight of dreams take us? After all, life is constant movement, while stasis is inherent in the inanimate. Even time in our speech is "going," "running," "flying."

Isn't voluntary stasis and going with the flow a ridiculous betrayal of one's living human essence?