Текст песни Чокнутый Пропеллер - В Наших Сердцах

No one knows who you are lucky this year,
And who will take the other way around
The old woman in a black cloak, with a sharp scythe.
We lose friends, find enemies.
In our heart of the ashes of burned bridges,
Broken roads.

Our life flows like sand
Through the broken fingers in the old tray
And no one can know the ceiling of his days
Calculate the time.
No one can be sure
How many days he averted God himself.
Lord Himself. Sam Gospooood Booog.

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But we do believe in one
Memory forever in our brains
In our feelings and in our hearts
It will store their ashes.
In our thoughts, in our words
It will keep their meaning phrases.
They sky watching us.
Their fire is not extinguished.

I can not see where the road leads us to life
And does it make sense to dream about something more than death.
And walking around a head and weaves intrigue to life
Someone all this seriously, and for someone to play everything.