Текст песни Ольга Тишина - Это время

You are unlikely to save this ghost smoke
Cigarettes, tiredly clamped in hand.
You managed to believe it is already young,
Holds life on a short leash you.
It is immellent as a drop of rain on earth,
Lonely like a magician on the dogs of enemies.
Your happiness is in the absence of major problems,
And luck - in the receipts of forgive debts.
This is the time that is designed to heal
So correctly crosses us a sleepy grass.
You will leave without remembering who you will be waiting for
Only managed to see from the bridge behind you!

This is the time of cruel victories,
This is the time of iron ok
This time is unrestrained nonsense,
This time will not write sins.

You can hardly help forget wine,
Even if she gave him.
You managed to forget that not to think easily,
If a woman comes to visit itself.
You can't relax even on a moment -
You must be on the right all the time.
And at your twenty five you are a deep old man,
Like your years on the exhaust already.
You have come to accept, saying: "Everything that was - passed!"
You got torture, deciding: "So you like to fate ..."
But this is not the whole point - the whole horror is that
You do not believe in any or yourself!

This is the eyelid eyes,
This is the time of exhausted dreams,
This is the time of unspeakable phrases,
This time will not write sins ...

And no one will find your lost footprint,
So does it cost to step somewhere?
And the lumen is not visible, there is no salvation.
This means ... What should I look for?