Текст песни Артур Беркут - Фатальная Колесница

Watching you disappoint
Day passing and frowningly meet the dawn,
I think I won’t improve your condition,
If I break the silence and speak.

Rolling, rolling life is a fatal chariot,
We are passengers on this leg of the journey,
The coachman-fate controls the chariot
Who does not agree with the route, he can get off.

Seeing you constantly falling into oblivion
Looking for salvation in wine, I do not judge you,
But I think that I will not improve your mood,
If I say my impression of life.

Rolling, rolling life is a fatal chariot,
We are passengers on this leg of the journey,
The coachman-fate controls the chariot
Who does not agree with the route, he can get off.

Years go by, waiting for you
And in contemplation of landscapes outside a fragile window,
With this fatal chariot rolling into the distance
And beyond the horizon, we will leave it.

Rolling, rolling life is a fatal chariot,
We are passengers on this leg of the journey,
The coachman-fate controls the chariot
Who does not agree with the route, he can get off.