Текст песни Народный комитет - Память

And on the edge of a precipice cute
In silver, silk covered
Without hope, the grief killed
Step forward untried
Forget - too tired
Relax - bellied chasm, hundreds of years of restless
Abyss branches, suck
Step forward - for redemption
God is tired of sending snovedeny
About love unselfish, righteous
What else would she-fool want?

At the edge divides your sorrows
Tears fly with oparennoy conscience
Forget - and so too forgotten
Without hope, visible and killed
The sun burned body tired
Silver yazvilo Zlata
To help the world, the one that does not touch the bottom
In this abyss all the dreams come true

He suffered a wounded bird weightily
And th-cradled sure death
And on the edge of being sweet, what do you think-nerodimaya?