Текст песни Братья Мироновы - Улитка на склоне

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We do not believe in our immortality
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And we do not believe that we will die.
Am C
And we live under the pressure of centuries
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And under the pressure of what we take

Em
Without giving away!
D7 H7
Forgetting the prayers of youthful days
Em
Looking from the edge
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cliff
Am
On a snail between the roots,
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That looks into our eyes, as into the eyes of God.
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And we are on the road, and we are on the road!

We don't believe there are still secrets
What is in grains of sand is the essence of sand.
Leaving every day we are fatal
Back to the ghouls

Losing yourself!
Forgetting the prayers of youthful days
Looking from the edge
cliff
On a snail between the roots,
That looks into our eyes, as into the eyes of God.
And we are on the road, and we are on the road!

We walk the path of customs
In the quagmire that hid the firmament,
In the evil Forest and in someone else's guise,
But still anticipating the Light! -

What? Without knowing.
Forgetting the prayers of youthful days
Looking from the edge ...
On a snail between the roots,
That looks into our eyes, as into the eyes of God.
And we are on the road, and we are on the road!