Текст песни Денис Блощинский - Пепел

Time to collect and protect the ash,
Heads one on peace hope.
Life does not consist of third parts,
Life is what is always between.

Between just and the fragment of meaning
Between Never and more times
Between the tongue and what kind of sour
And, of course, between all the lines in the world.

Time will fly away how sad will not be
Do not catch up with it - it's so simple
Everyone pulls for its empty,
In moderation and in the guilt of its growth.

Everything secret knows his name,
And in the soul so wants to be called
Only instead of the prince - cow udder,
Corner in the Khrushchev at the scene of the kingdom.

Full pants here are so happiness,
And on the streets - hundreds of here are the same
Looking for their parts
Mascotching quietly with their Paris.

Time to collect and protect the ash,
I have his full tokend.
I would be now even cheerful,
Just ashes a lot of hump.