To the edge (исполнитель: Стадо Пингвинов (Herd of Penguins))
Something's perverse with this place There's no need in a man but for There's no one worth to lose a breath To remember color of his eyes. Ice in the heart floats And in the name of forsaken gods I'm still keeping my fire burning Still living my life to the edge. You know, you may stay you may go You're just the same man with another face With the same tricks and funny bugs. But I no longer look back.