Текст песни adam kesher - Сейсмографы

What came first is not that important
More important is what happens at the very end.
God grant that you feel at once
The striker has a lumbago in the right sacrum.

Five minutes from the cherished present,
Are laid out indifferently in a row -
Soulquakes, misfortunes
And the cries of the healers: "Discharge!"

You weren't the first - it's a fact
I could not forgive you.
The intermission sighed uncontrollably,
You and me - we are worn out.

It was my turn for one hundred percent,
And the notorious moments
Trembled with the truth that
How heartfelt our revelations.

And somewhere inside the crowd was silent
Occasionally piercing my throat.
You're forever branded
I am forever your butterfly.

They've streaked us, we've been written to hell,
A blast wave hit us.
And somewhere inside God dies -
His Goddess is buried.

What came first is not that important
In the end, we are no longer recognized.
Our love is short -
We are seismographs with you forever.

April, 3/2013

Adam Kesher (Kirill Lushnikov)