Ликург - Хронос - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Life is rude, it grows my teeth again,

Time will leave wrinkles on the foreheads, like a rock pattern.

What is holding you in this living decadence

People are the same, only the scenery change.

We have intelligence - we all reproach it all,

What is the interest if Hamlet will die anyway?

We are tired of howl, fuck, flavor catchy,

Once the mouth of death in the ear tells us Cosmos.

We write poetry, we do not shy before eternity,

We wander buffet, as if Venochka Erofeev.

Through the blue fog full cough and cold,

We go crazy, and the time is a drop on our heads.

The bottle of Roma is unlikely to become an ALLADINA lamp,

Time the sea, we swam in it like Lamantins.

Against the background of the universe, we are all no more than microns,

We pass like arrows through the network of the thickness of the worlds.

We all want, brothers, sleep longer,

So that there is a sky with a blanket, a pillow - asphalt.

But soon time will crush us with dust,

Or maybe he will spread our wings.

Let's argue, the world covered the world stupidly,

Give through the brothers of your lands out of the tube.

The sunset aimed at the magnifier on me, as on the enemy of the country,

But you dumped quietly, and I froze here for centuries.

In the list was fifth, dragged the column behind him,

Behind the image I created, Lasso was dragging life.

My vector is far away, and life, in fact, is fresh

I walk in the dark one, diving into an unknown.

All life - walking along the blade, you have to observe the balance,

And my friend will be superfluous to hang ballast.

From temporary segments and temporary fellow travelers,

But I dive into the abyss, what if something will work out?

Having trusted the time with shower, he dragged the stone,

But in a triumphant style he circled before the rescue

Eternity is sweet, believe me, but I have not been accepted in spirit.

When in the night of silence only the leaves rustle under the ear.

The thought will turn the river into the sleep, wretchedly drowning in our hands, we will meet with you on the stones of Cape Vodopada

And a cubore from the cliff, we will fly off the bow in the ocean's mouth to the eternal peace. (X2)