Текст песни Дорога Водана - Дорога на эшафот

When sentenced
Through the words of the blind judge,
When I get help from the bench,
A hangman sharpen your ax,
When expectations are to be held
In the boring hours of sleep,
When I finally opened my eyes
And my time runs out,

When I wash the face,
I shave and brush your hair,
Those who came after me sincere smile
And with them go down the steps,
Breathe in the scent of the morning,
With a smile, a look around,
With confidence in what will soon die,
Leave an empty dungeon.

I go on the road ahead,
The last song their
Zonked convoy sing
On the way to the scaffold.
And the whirlpool of life
Gone, leaving no trace,
When it passed me to the end
The road to the scaffold.