Текст песни Маврин - Эпилог

Life is like a series of old faded posters -
The viewer saw everything that you surprise?
As a set of premieres, unchanged for many years:
Faith and love, fear, sadness and death ...

Who puts stupidity on the stream with my hand.
Who measures the time for my deeds?
Whose fault is it that the path lies across the heart?
His own judge, his own prophet ...

I'm like a dream: I'm leafing through the days
The further from the prologue, the more difficult
I can distinguish them.
I painted the rot with a brush of words,
I stand in the crowd of keepers of the foundations,
Dreaming of being alive again.

Life is like a series of old faded posters -
The viewer saw everything that you surprise?
As a set of premieres, unchanged for many years:
Faith and love, fear, sadness and death ...

I saw a dream like around me
The ranks have lost their mind and feelings
The same as me.
They tore flesh, sewed up their mouths.
Each one pulled the sky
Out of boredom and for the peace of dreams.

Life is like a series of old faded posters -
The viewer saw everything that you surprise?
As a set of premieres, unchanged for many years:
Faith and love, fear, sadness and death ...