Текст песни Сломанный воздух - Апекс

The smallest in the vast arena scene
In the great silence of the infinite universe.
We live on a mote suspended in the light of
Sun - the star of the third generation.
Watching the abyss of the past moments
It becomes corruptible succession of generations
Unchanging views of the stars Webs
And the mortal thoughts of misty grits.

Not a hint that someone will come to us,
And nowhere to go, nowhere to go.
Lonely life, unlimited in thought,
On the avenue of freedom of cosmic truths.
Not a hint that someone will come to us,
And nowhere to go, nowhere to go.
The echoes of the universe - the opportunity to open
Life on the other side of the event horizon.

The smallest in the vast arena scene
In the great silence of the infinite universe.
We live on a mote suspended in the light of
Sun - the star of the third generation.