Текст песни Тамлин - На грани

Man must live on the edge

And walk on the blade of fate

Burn out and flare up with new fire

Not having time to think if there is life on Mars

Man is a child in the womb of the world

And he should move a little

To make mom feel that he is

And so that the mother understands WHAT he is

I would also love to take a break from eternal power

And plow three percent, not the whole thousand

But the movement of the world as on the track is continuous

I can only sleep in the morgue

Look buddy at the trees

They need sun and dung to grow

I don't call anyone a log

But in my opinion you have grown a little to the sofa

I would also be glad not to think about my soul

Don't pay taxes of infinity and honor

But in the end of the world all nations will be surprised

After all, life is not the most interesting thing that will happen to us

Trust me baby