Kurasound - Эхо времени - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The clock is ticking lonely in an empty apartment

Habitually pulls the arrow from top to bottom (top to bottom)

Rat race in circles since the morning

And there is some kind of layer in the population?!

Tell me who decides everything?

Unattainable by ordinary people, We have been in sight for a long time, tightly under the hoods

Rewrite history at once, WHAT'S SO

ink is accustomed to lies

I will tell you about life in various forms

Be prepared, you hear, the days fly by so quickly here.

The prickly north wind gets under your collar

I'm in Soviet, same address, same microphone

Roos made the music, and I wield the pen

And I will carve Bracho, always that same line

The burden is by no means light, but I can’t do it any other way.

As a rule, one takes what one has succeeded in

Hands at the beard

After all, I got up and fell, the scars are like an experienced guide! You know?

I always have something to say here

The word was not taken from a pocket, I feel this Sound, The melody connected us From beginning to end. I only hear echoes and voices

Chorus

Echo of time, Ice is melting under St. Petersburg

To be experienced but gray-haired, to the beat as precise as a clock

Echoes of time, build bridges from the ashes

Through difficulties to realize, this life gives only a chance

VERSE 2

It’s hard to accept this game not according to the rules, but there’s no point in arguing

Thoughts swirl to the ceiling

There are a lot of stories and someone will not be ready

The weak in spirit collapse in the process like a house of cards.

And while writing the text, the muse will touch your shoulder

I cut off unnecessary nonsense and don’t cut it too hot

Chao-Chao will creak on the train tracks,

Where are you from and who are you?

- Yes, who is from where, who is where!

Cling to the Beat - its sound

And the lines come into my head, friend

On distance ...

After all, this is MMMagnetism, creativity beyond price

Just dissolve, try to reunite

Only I hear - The echo of time, The ice is melting under St. Petersburg

To be experienced but gray-haired, to the beat as precise as a clock

Echoes of time, build bridges from the ashes

Through difficulties to realize, this life gives only a chance