Болховитин Александр Павлович Plain Shirt Man

We chase the ghosts where nothing's wrong
History spins, it's been too long
But joy is just the morning light
And not giving a damn if it rains tonight

So tell me now, what matters more?
To live it straight, down to the core?
To do no wrong, to speak no lies
And close your eyes with peaceful sighs


Soul wide open — let 'em see the flame!
Screw the masks, the brands, the empty game!
Walking life in a plain, worn shirt
Means you're not afraid to wear the dirt
Yeah — the truth won't hurt!


No need for speeches, gold and gloss
To prove your worth and count the cost
Just take a look in your own eyes
You'll see the truth behind the lies

Walk in that shirt, faded and free
Work your hands, sweat honestly
Let your soul hang out, bare and wide
No helpless tears, no need to hide


Soul wide open — let 'em see the flame!
Screw the masks, the brands, the empty game!
Walking life in a plain, worn shirt
Means you're not afraid to wear the dirt
Yeah — the truth won't hurt!


When your words are air, not lead and stone
People come to you — not your throne
A real man ain't a sage on a hill
He's the one whose heart is standing still
But open still

Speak so plain that everyone can hear
Keep your brothers and sisters near
Hang with friends who know your name
And watch those devils fade in shame


So here's the deal — just be a man
Wear that shirt as hard as you can
Live this life while the world still turns
And let your soul — let it burn!
Let your soul — wide open!
YEAH — SOUL WIDE OPEN!