Текст песни The Breath Of Metida - Остановить время

Hurry up at the approaches to the precipice
Step back.
Crosshair on the way of the world,
Dispersal to hell.

You can not stop the clock,
Outgoing vnikuda.
You and me - we are not attributed to the people,
The thirst for the word & quot; when & quot ;.

Do not get up from his knees ever.
It would surely beat the clock
On rusty steel fences
And stop the passage of time ...

I can not forgive myself,
For something that ruled the night.
Wake up in the blood, to raise the anchor,
And the face of the fragments to collect the rain ...

I fall into a paradise,
Do not forget,
How is the world to me too quickly wilted.
You're not for me,
I otkkupil, all that was somebody stranger ...