Текст песни Петля Мертвых - Улица вечного праздника

No matter what month and year,
Here time flows differently law
And anyone who is looking for will certainly find
The road is not always to the closed house.

Outdoors permanent holiday.
Outdoors permanent holiday.
Outdoors permanent holiday.
Outdoors permanent holiday.

Not everyone in the world of light from the sun,
Not every tree in autumn sleep
And if your soul in the summer heat,
That is better for you then hurry

The street eternal holiday.
The street eternal holiday.
The street eternal holiday.
The street eternal holiday.

We pulled down the walls that used to build bridges,
Blur the boundaries and breaking system
And there are no more rules and terms of the game
For a crossroads not vicious hymen.

Outdoors permanent holiday.
Outdoors permanent holiday.
Outdoors permanent holiday.
Outdoors permanent holiday.

This city does not remember what war is,
Not a cat darting across the road here
And do not touch the wind, not the fire is not water,
Because love overcomes anger.

On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.