Текст песни Строри и Скив - Любую эпоху давай - надоело

Any age come on, sick of it!
I get up the mountain for a just cause.
I - quick in movement, my sharp dagger;
at sunset - sunset, pyre;
but clean and transparent my opinion.

I may not be a hero, but with the death playing
I'm flying and lace along the edge;
and those who are over the edge, I shout: - Shame!
I do not care, I'm not a womanizer, not a thief;
and clean, and clear my vision.

No blood, no decay hand do not touch,
and bitter reproach me in the back - you - coward!
And I do not care, I - untouched sheet
Parchment, worthy of a letter.
And clean, clean my opinion, very transparent.

You gloriously fought you down the sand.
Where to look your eyes! Oh, it had expired.
And I live quite cozy and cute,
I do not drink vodka, not killed in the war,
It becomes more transparent and look twice.