Текст песни Одинов - Последняя минута

When you are on the verge,
The linearity of time is not that.
Translucent fabric face
Close palm to me eyes.
All in black, someone claps a lid.
Earth fallen a gripped knock.
And then nothing is heard,
Not heard anything, my friend.
And so dark circle, so scary,
So lonely in emptiness.
Let a person were not important
And on pyron, all are not those.
All persons are stupid, unfamiliar.
Words are playing, empty,
But the white cloth is a familiar
Translucent like stars
Naive light. You know, say,
Everyone will be against, all in the bayonets.
And they will be taken away.
Curves evil tongues, but you !!!
Fly a translucent white cloth,
Swinging darkness.
We are the light of distant belligently manitis,
Sotting life is not the right.