All the roads we've traveled
Lead forward
And yesterday's trail will melt the cold ice under our feet
All the roads we've traveled
Lead forward
And yesterday's trail will melt the cold ice under our feet
This is the little we have
It's not all so bad, it's not all so bad
It's not all so bad

The lightbulb fades in someone else's eyes
It means it's about to burn out
A sad passerby stood silent
Someone's advice led him astray
The hands of the clock tick by
But I'm in no hurry
I'll dissolve the noise in coffee
I'll write to myself about the past at night
About

All the roads we've traveled
Lead forward
And yesterday's trail will melt the cold ice under our feet
This is the little we have
It's not all so bad, it's not all so bad
It's not all so bad

The wind howled, a window in my heart
Warmth left through it again
Someone forgot where they started
Here and now they want to give up everything
Blindly, guessing by the stars
But I don't fall for it
I'll dissolve my sadness in coffee
I'll call you at night and quietly tell you That

All the roads we've traveled
Lead forward
And yesterday's trail will melt the cold ice under our feet
This is the little we have
It's not all so bad, it's not all so bad
It's not all so bad

This is the little we have
It's not all so bad, it's not all so bad
It's not all so bad

Sometimes you get upset over little things. It seems like if you're not succeeding at something, you're a loser. Everything goes wrong. You leave a partnership because your partner doesn't listen to you; you lose a good class placement because the organizers disagreed... At home, the cat is in heat, the tomcat has diarrhea, the dog is shedding... And you're sitting up to your ears in shit and thinking: it could have been worse... But no one died, the house didn't burn down, the moon didn't fall, and I'm still dancing Inside Flow. It's not all so bad!
Бывает, что расстраиваешься по мелочам. Кажется, что раз у тебя не получается с чем-то, то ты - лузер. Всё идёт на перекосяк. Ты выходишь из партнёрства, потому что партнёр тебя не слышит; теряешь хорошее место для ведения классов, потому что организаторы не договорились; нет клиентов - нет денег... Супруга махнула в Калиниград... Дома у кошки течка, у кота понос, собака линяет... И ты сидишь по уши в дерьме и думаешь: могло быть и хуже... Но никто не умер, дом не сгорел, луна не упала на землю, а я всё ещё танцую Inside Flow. Всё не так плохо!