Текст песни Счётчик Мыслей - Время

& Quot; Time & quot;

According to my sick dreams, in your wet cheeks,
On the destruction of their homes, on the broken fists,
On roads and paths to hopes that left there.
Between tomorrow and yesterday, between the & quot; early & quot; and it is time & quot ;,
Doomed between & quot; no & quot; and enthusiastic & quot; & quot ;, cheers
Torn between songs between thoughts, did not live till morning.

Tortured on the ground, on a steaming ash
In fragments of old dreams, got lost in the mist,
By rugged hands on the snow melted on the glass.
Between thought and hand, between dirt and destiny,
Between dried traces of those who do not expect home
According forgotten promises, but for you and me.

On the broken fate, according to all that is in you,
It will take a cold leg.
In memory of running years will remain a trace,
The rest will take away with them.
On the broken fate, according to all that is in you,
It will take a cold leg.
In memory of running years will remain a trace,
The rest will take away with them.