Stones

Chorus I don't want to play hide-and-seek with myself I break stones, life throws me on my back And even if it's not smooth, clean, and sweet I'll pay my bills without a trace 1 verse and let these days of the week pass by Everything will go according to the old, good scheme Who's in the right, who's in the wrong I'm breaking my fists against a stone wall From the windows of high-rise buildings, you can't see the essence of the problem Until you dive in, you won't know the tiaréma Everyone has their own problems I'm who I am, I'm avoiding other people's nets My own head on my shoulders will light my way Even if the darkness, negativity, and sunset blind me I'm breaking the edges of my path, and I believe in myself Only those who no longer believe in me are pathetic The deck of life is scattered The winner will be the first Who will help whom, and who will answer whom Only the wind plays on the strings of life I'm responsible for myself Chorus: I don't want to play hide-and-seek with myself I'm breaking stones, and life throws me on my back And even if it's not smooth, clean, and sweet I'll pay my bills without a trace 2 verse (another person) Don't tear me apart, God I'm already torn apart I'm falling behind in life, and questions are arising Those who were close to me are somewhere far away in the darkness, beyond the shadows there are only obstacles on the road, and my feet are bleeding again there are labyrinths on my path, but I don't know where to go. I'm losing my thoughts, I can't see their faces I'm probably living my life without any purpose I've become a stranger to my own people at some point I've trapped myself in this dead end and there's no turning back, I'm just trying to find a way out with creaks, from afar, no one can hear them I'm pushing away my thoughts, I can't see the point at this pier - there's no place here only reproaches in the back, who will give advice? Who will help in life and nothing in return?? Chorus I don't want to play hide-and-seek with myself I break stones, life throws on the shoulder blades And let it not be smooth, clean, sweet On my own accounts - I will answer without a trace I don't want to play hide-and-seek with myself I break stones, life throws on the shoulder blades And let it not be smooth, clean, sweet On my own accounts - I will answer without a trace