Текст песни Анна Широченко - 01 Размышление

God, we are like unwise children
Quarrel, we are moving, speaking offenses,
We build unthinkable pyramids
And we get into traps and networks.

We ourselves, stupid, looking for deception,
HAVE TURKE MINUTES;
It seems to us that it is unthinkable early
Think of death in the dust of pleasure:

There ahead - more time abyss,
There is no need to believe in anticipation of vague.
And because we are careless and bold
Repplied again to gust minutes.

God! Pringvi this circle is useless!
Stop us and give us a prominance!
May be sanctified by the love of heaven
An hour is our last and day of returning to you!