Текст песни Пешеход без души - За руку

/ And now you are standing on the edge of the abyss
Waiting for a miracle
Hoping that before falling
Catch you for your hand
And never let go /

Cold that penetrated the head
No reason by wire
Opened the doors demanding madness
Fill me up Popple
What would feel the feelings through the edge
In my hands
And I presented them with the same people.
Like me that dying from boredom
Seven days a week
I believe that you will definitely get
And you faith
I'm scared and lonely at the same time
At one time, for all, without exception
But different events that lead your hand
To dreams forgotten
It's time for departure, do not be late
We will meet at the final station
All my life Having lived the Schedule
On the edge of the abyss
Grab my hand
And do not let go.