R.OS - No Guilty - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

No step back, I'm back in the game, decide who's right.

(of you), in this matter, I've been in the clouds for a long time, only at my own risk and peril.

(yes), how many roads have been trampled, who betrayed them,

But I walked again, the path is an alternative, (fuck it), in tattered sneakers.

Almost no one believed in me here, and what could you expect from me – a pauper.

But at the bottom, who's sending you away now, who's higher than the mountains?

I don't hear the screams of what was before, that consciousness has taken action?

I wasn't the one who fucks the whole world, but I became the one who fucks your bitch.

Leaving behind everything that was, what I loved, what I wanted, and what I did.

I didn't start a new page in the notebook, I just threw it away.

I decided something wrong, I sinned, but it's a fact. But I've paid my dues in full.

It's time for me to continue my journey, a wave is washing over me.

There's another person here, because the old one is dead.

I won't go to bed, after a sleepless night at the computer, I've given up.

I won't say "sorry," she left, let's take it easy.

I have a glass of wine in my hand, it's not my fault.

Not a step back, to hell with words, your world is Black Friday.

Many got everything at a discount, but we ate crap.

You flew into the game with crappy music, and it went down like a dick in a pussy.

We don't look for easy ways, but in the end we find gold.

Our paths are inscrutable, I'm crawling out from under that diva again.

It's clear who would have won, Sin City, to hell with Dima's confession. So many tracks have been written, the game's in its second decade.

But to hell with the past, you could say this is the first day.

How many pages have been written, how many thoughts have been consumed.

For whom was this empire built? Everything was quickly burned.

We made money, wasting it, it came and went.

But we stood here like a stone, now our time has come.

I wasted grams of soul, now not a drop remains.

Alas, a stroke won't help here, I can't mend it, I'm already in the grave, no need to cry.

I won't appear on the radio, no, it's not the format.

You won't find me on TV, but from the screen, on YouTube, I'll throw out more than one "Fack."