Текст песни Торба-на-круче - На грани

Running to a man so eager people
With a man so eager people
In escape
Century opens all sorts of ways
Between man and man can not escape
Far we do not go away

Simply, we just fly away on the edge of a wounded bird books pages
Uprooted we fly even harder relocate the dream in the way of beauty
In the way of beauty

Thread between us all eager to join
We will just have to live the sun
Only used it to survive
Where are all scattered scattered in all directions all
All roads faster all year long
All Mad City

We just on the brink of a wounded bird flying away into the night summer lightning
Break out and blow up after the sun blew his dream in the way of beauty
We just on the verge of just flying wounded birds mental hospital
Became unruly flock of white or black relocate the dream in the way of beauty .
In the path of beauty . in the path of beauty .