Текст песни Середина - Тропа увядающих роз

I'm a hundred centuries
I erase his staff
About the abyss of space,
Lew in the sea of ​​sins
River issues,
When looking for permanence.

We threw loving
And you know - so it will be,
foreseeing advance
And, listen to yourself,
On the fate of stairs
We walked through the despair.

It just so happened -
We walk along the trail
Roses fade ...
Sorry, dying flowers,
But we are waiting for the worlds
Another beauty ...

We were looking for themselves,
There were others,
They were looking for one another.
We threw, loving,
Forgetting even the name,
They came out of the circle.

What is our problem?
We are so short-sighted,
At the touch of a dream.
Sleeping beauty in us,
Tired of boredom,
As the world flying.

It just so happened -
We walk along the trail
Roses fade ...
Sorry, dying flowers,
But we are waiting for the worlds
Another beauty ...

© D. Ustyuzhanin