Текст песни ProStone - Последний процент

And the day of the night throwing the cloak
You shadow sky is no cry
And I find the fate of his tail
But it is not given to me, and again the road apart

Give me the light of the sun disappeared altogether
Do not blind I just covered the fall
And now every step if the power of thirst
Forest on the river of time a paper boat

Hands in someone's blood but not my
Please do not beg to stay run
I have to make a move I had no weapons
Only earth and burgundy lace

Night whispers I'm closing my eyes
It became easier but I can not say
It seems the light is calling me
In her throat but the soul napoet

Chorus:
The last moment of one percent
I left before completion
I quickly pull on the light
I ask for the forgiveness of errors

Paints extinguished do not give color
Happy but perhaps now is blind
And what is interpreted uprooting from the soul, and perhaps have a trace

Raindrops will play viola last
And departing leave a note posthumously
Turn off the light and put out the candle
And you hear the chords of the soul

I was not the most exemplary fault but failed
I tried so hard to believe me but broke on the nerves
And to quench at least part of the
But alas, I took the wrong frequency

Leave me then finished his
And besides line and that
What would you like not running
There will be singing your soul