Текст песни Франц Пирнач - Для тех, кто стоял над бездной

Were it not for the time in captivity,
Sad slave past weekdays.
Only sound, left the string,
Do not vulnerable and no longer available.
Depends past years the debtor.
From the still persisting misconceptions,
And every hour of his blind alley
Shamelessly lived moments.
Invisibly mountain trail,
Wide and find a way to break:
For centuries, the crowd flows down
The open arms of the world proudly.
Buzzing like a tambourine globe
The beam is not slumbering eye,
And you're on a narrow path
You stand in silence deep ...
Take, beloved brother,
Neither the world
servant, nor God genius
Mistakes of the past rockfall
On the pass temptations!
No complaints all accept,
Soul staying young,
Ina move to fix it yourself
Stones broken strings.