Текст песни Seven Skies In Me - В Ожидании Годо

We are with you alone,
Sitting at the crossroads
Familiar road,
Only we do not leave,
Do not budge -
chained legs
Bustle of gray days,
Flying, as broken,
Chain of darkest nights
Interminably long.

Life without reason, without purpose, for no reason ...
We dissolve themselves in the cold.
 
It is, perhaps, will come,
Or you need to go -
We do not know.
Only if he is accurate
Each step behind,
We are reminded of the century.
 
Waiting for Godot, held today,
And rushing years in anticipation of ...
 
Life without reason, without purpose, for no reason ...
We dissolve themselves in the cold.

Only every morning promises to remember ...
Do not know and do not remember, who have to wait.

Only every morning all the memory (of) digging ...
Do not know and do not remember, who have to wait.