Текст песни Stan Marsh - Старше,Чем Вечность

Under the sound of coins, to the laughter of the executioners
Sand through fingers crumbles freedom.
Do not become days and nights will not,
When turning back trampled income.

The less we value our lives, so it is cheaper to buy a try.
But none of us should go down on his knees, because only the strong remain in eternity.

They do not see people - only the fingers of his feet,
Passing by, afraid to look back.
Among the concrete walls, where every lonely
Whispering prayers, hoping to wake up.

On the dirty sheets under the creaking hungry mouths
Someone's dreams fly ashes.
With an outstretched hand at the door of others houses.
The dirty rags soaked in fear.

Raise your eyes - leave doubts.
Forget the pain - to find humanity.
Stop shaking, and for the sake of
Get rid of the death - be older than ever.

Without looking up, without dropping the hands,
In grasping the arms of someone's nature.
But every rustle of age and every heartbeat
Must one achieve freedom!

The fewer days of life, the higher the price.
Tears suffering worthy of reckoning!
They just need a chance to ask for everything in full,
The strength of the truth will find the guilty.