Текст песни Скрипучий - Время

Music - Neroche

In search of meaning
Losing the last teeth.
My 33 letters
Began to wane.
I would be killed if he could
The ego itself.
I have sailed as God
In the spring with snow.
Without rights among unequals,
By measuring its value,
I would have gone to the world of bloody war
As a German.
No, I do not find heaven,
As long as the body
I'm dying,
Actually.

Time changes me
Without ceasing, not knowing the name
The past does not happen,
And now - an ancient dream.
Someone inspired - do not know
No one, or simply forgotten
What I'm losing it
To understand who we were.

The prison of the mind -
A paradise for believers.
Embodiment of ideas
Infinite absurd.
And Buddha's path
No one has come across
There is a solution though:
To become a Buddha.
Difficult. Heavy. Long.
But there is nothing.
Learn. Only
Do not forget about eternity,
She will meet any
Wherever he went
Your free will
He - the soul.