In bad days when I used to sing with ugly voice
But used to believe in something and want
That nobody exist my conscience could
Overcome me easily
But when strangers said to me - "You should choose!
Guy, our road leads you right to paradise
And if you don't want to fall down every time
You should make a compromise.
In that time I was suffering in doubts
I whispered to myself - Maybe it's not a
trouble
I remembered like I had used to sing bad songs and play trash instruments
Alas, I have always dreamt about the top
And the hour I had waited came
I had to do one step to satisfy their whims
Only one compromise.
And then I got all the best of the life
But I sang pop songs
I said somebody's else stupid words from a stage
But my business was good
But in before last winter in a tour
I turned back hearing a noise behind my back
Behind the scenes one big compromise
Was looking at me eagerly