Текст песни Ольга Ступина - Время

Time moves slowly in the body of the universe
And the earth for him is an hour dial,
Metal knocking through thin veins
Breaks through the pulse of dead soldiers

Time of small wars and great discoveries
The time of power over God and power of labor,
People in a fragile ark in a deluge of events
Live out their nominal years

And some fools die in a hurry
To the fanfare of heroes and the cry of trumpeters,
Passing the gates of boarded up paradise
Sunshine red January nights

Well, time does not wait, time is torn to attack,
Chases soapy black horses
Leaving an embossed family mark
Under the decrees of streets and squares

Time licks the faded flags with fire
Cuts heads, places imperiously on the throne,
The hands of the clock are spinning like little magicians
In the palm of the hand of the best magician of times

Destroyer of worlds and hasty decisions
Time builds houses and builds bridges
Time demands new victories and achievements,
Putting crosses on the graves of the dead

With a metallic clank, shutter clicks
A confident fight is given to the chimes,
The yellowness of the bones, the white of the protocols,
Splashed with burgundy holy water

Time strips away fake masks viciously
Quarters his unworthy pages
Breaking out of the pillbox with a shining fairy tale,
Pointing fingers at sixth floor windows

Time is terribly punishing those who are out of step,
Time rushes ahead without rest and sleep,
Hey, who's blocking the road there !?
Out of the way, puppy ...

Time smiled at him with the February sun
And beckoned to the wide open window,
Remained unnoticed and unnoticed
A pair of wings lying on the dirty floor ...