Sol - Каменоломня - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

No need to pursue your goals in the hope of hype, success

Hope will disperse, be fused by the wind,

Like the death of the last echo

And soon Fortune Maxim will forget

But from afar it will turn out

Behind the turn he will find new partners

Abandon unnecessary nests

And the sea will dry and the leaves tied

In a bard sunset

Red sky enveloped the city

Like a bloody poster

Notes in ink - gloves - gloves

Where are those stars, touch their hands,

Which I would like sweet

There are no possibilities, I'm sitting like a palm tree.

And through thorns to the sky, drives through the atmosphere

I will penetrate into space

Before the stars, millions of km cannot be dutifully perish without a spacesuit

And in those fatal seconds I understand that I do not need to think about it

And the meaning was from my skin to climb the soul will not return to the poet.

Quiet thoughts will leave the planet.

There will remain flesh, and its earth believes

He put the full name in himself and laid out 100%

And the sounds of indispensable for instruments considered himself a shaft

And yet he scattered, rafted by the wind,

Like the death of the last echo

We will remain in the memories of those we knew

Someone will remain under the quarry of the era lived without knowledge

I will remain in the deposits of eight -meter stone blocks for the temple of the second

To highlight the main essence after King Solomon

We will remain in the memories of those we knew

Someone will remain under the quarry of the era lived without knowledge

I will remain in the deposits of eight -meter stone blocks for the temple of the second

To highlight the main essence after King Solomon

Why is negative thoughts so easy to throw into the music dashingly?

In the morning I asked myself this question through space so quietly,

That even those would not wake up

Who did not see sleep like a lunar shadow

That even those would not wake up

Those who did not have bodies.

So will you answer me a sleepy question?

Or continue to continue the search for truths

I'm like the last dragon.

I will stay in place outside of fairy tales and mystic.

I'm in the carnival of forgotten illusions

Was mixed by those who thought people

It turns out better not knowing what will ultimately be on the dish

I will not stay in a cardboard box

I will no longer move in folding back as when the fascism of fascism Poland impressed the Horde duties on Rus'

Even sickening from this, in a woeful whirlpool, he tinted with signs, defending ourselves from every third we put the stigma and go into oblivion

That niche in the wall that the architect did not even make

I will put a figurine as a keepsake with a face without shame with a good attitude.