Текст песни Алексей Захаренков - Стикс

STIX (Alexey Zakharenkov)
This is the closeness of the denouement
Not just sadness.
Coming out of a fairy tale
With gray hair on the shoulders.
From the last page,
Not having time to leave,
Walked heavy faces
Clutching to my chest.

And they did not measure themselves with reality,
Didn't start looking.
Walked, huge wings
Dragging along the ground.
This is a white banner
This pathetic patch
And the ground beneath your feet
Feathers like snow.

How many of us are millions
Why is the voice so one?
Like slouching waves
The humps of our backs.
And getting closer and closer
The cries of the wise gods
That Styx silently left
From their shores.