Текст песни Потомкин - Последний день Помпеи

Sunrise and sunset merged -
did not notice
day to week,
weeks of the year.
Summer chase
cut the time
and time has killed the summer of hopelessness as a gift.

Are gone like spring waters -
dreams
wires
into the depths of consciousness
of people,
that sold for n wooden coins,
everyone was in a hurry somewhere,
on the neck with a noose,
the rope stretched
but they forgot about her.

Look back
and nothing to remember
all days as one, their world is not a movie.
Pink pony chase
covered myself with pussy -
life turned out to be different.

Melancholy in the sky
danced with the planet
and soon death will overtake us.
And everyone understood
that he was not here,
but was a battery
in the hands of kings;
and this is the last day
to dive into the subconscious like a mole,
where not been in a thousand years.
Dreams to dig up
make them a reality,
and at least a little to surrender to the spring.