Dronsonman - За чертой - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Trees and hill, at the cliff of the river. There was a man. It has sadness and longing.

And the rapidly black piano fell. Breaking on the ground is high.

The man was silent, frozen motionlessly. Only the wind was furious. The foliage rustled.

There was bad weather. Cool both the barrel, and the fingers trembled in his sleeves.

He said goodbye to his brother, his old friend. Having decided forever.

Favorite piano, faithful friend, of an old life. Between him, and the whole world is a feature.

Escaping from the past, dreamed of freedom, searched, but did not find a trace.

In despair, he looked into the face of the Burny River. With the desire to step into nowhere.

A pair of cold drops rushed along the forehead. He burned pieces of paper at dawn.

And they met in the memory of the face, but they ran away from this world.

Alien everything is now, not native. Now everything is alien to all around, bravely

And be even if it is steel. Not eternal or friendship. Neither love of everything linen.

The pendulum of life is swinging, and death, the two truths of the medals of one will argue.

Between them again there will be this distant dispute, in the throwing of the soul, which has lost his peace.

Death is strong and dangerous, longing is full of peace. Life will turn all lovely, beautiful.

It becomes beckoning with warmth and love. But the pendulum will swing again, and its meaning will become in vain.

He swayed back and forth, and thoughts rode, roulette. Wait, what are you doing a fool?

Not so dark in this cage. There are also other options, comfortable rooms and kitchens.

You know. Alive. If all this is temporarily, unrivaled. Then dress in a white savanneck.

But if you were, spoiled, pampered. Know. Freedom to have - it will be brave!

To disappear, not to be, here is freedom - a reward than rot in the fools with this thick.

What will you find in bustle, disorder, or change? You will get confused even more.

No, listen! Drink living wine, it is sweet, you will find anything and your own.

And if you don’t like it, you can always sweeten, and grind it. Brush the lovely wife!

But then suddenly he understood another, freedom from life and death, and his heart went down the sick.

Go away evil devils, leave your soul alone. I know now who is so oh.

Not one of you, not two, not three. In fact, you are a lot, and all of you, in one. You are just different parts, a single medal of one.

But maybe they took it, and they took revenge, and maybe just such a fate.

The man’s leg suddenly burst into grief, and he slipped from the very edge.

And somehow everything twisted, and quickly everything spun.

And the sky with the ground has changed places, and the head with the body.

He flew with a gloomy Friday, falling down into heated waters.

In the cold embrace of death. Or maybe the wings of freedom?

And he flew and laughed, sorry and was afraid, but he felt freedom everywhere.

This is not the case as it was, and how it will be. And with this he flopped into the water.

On boats, people never, in those places have never happened, and he drowned quietly, down his head.

But the fishermen, once when the network was taken out of the water, someone caught, and it turned out to be alive