Текст песни Верфь - ПОХОРОНЫ

Dark, through the courtyards
On puddles tears carried the coffins
Weightened times.
Dead days, impregnated,
Having cooled winged epoch
And forgotten names.

Walked, wet, in tears
Knitting trail of humorous drams,
Everything else looking at everything.
Do not laugh, do not sigh,
But to realize the importance of minutes
In vain spent.

NS.
So hard to comprehend us the importance of minutes
While we are here, while still here.
Here we wanted to get a job, I was looking for honor,
And there - for each word report.
And a girlfriend with an oblique is over the door -
Won!

Buried moments, buried the year
Subordinated us a bustle
Demonstrating power.
And when death was told in our door then
We answered her: I'm sorry, things,
Come on the next time.