Текст песни Железная Философия - Холодный Ствол Пистолета

Cold barrel of a gun I ran into the temple
And if someone's voice whispers, "why not?"
I lost a man that modeled for many years
If, after a while, I weave turf trigger

No action is easier than to pull the cold steel
I feel stuck and no sense nor strength
But the same is unlikely to be the point is that I have experienced
His last hope would collapse like a crystal

All that was lost, now will not change the balance
I oscillates on the edge, but I'm still alive
But after a step into the unknown slamming the door behind him
There will be no privileges for a step back

Dumb fingers glide across the cold as ice
As the cold and thin chasm between me and
But will this facet of the long-awaited peace
I sort of have nothing to lose, so wait