Текст песни WIV - Крыша

Another passing century
The crowd is not breathing
And write in the news
"On the edge of the roof man".

Another century passes.
"It is very much like that"
As the bird flew into the sky,
Running man from the roof.

Arms outstretched above the crowd
He flies or falls?
And the rain quietly dripping
People swarm gets wet

Without the boy flew
On the ground soon fall
Minute joyful flight
He dared not go further

And next to the old man says
"I Know it is the beauty of life"
Firefighters carry it
And from the chest does not pour a shout

Not the man departed
And the rain will wash the face
it will close the coffin nails
And over a century