Текст песни Эксергия - Итог

When the clock strikes the time,
I'll see the day sink into the depths of darkness.
The delicate silk of violets will darken wrinkles,
And the black staff will silver the thread of gray hair.

The stately trees will drop their outfit,
That was an oasis of coolness and hope.
I will see the bitterness that they keep inside
Dry herbs, summer old clothes.

And I will have to ask you
Why is your beauty wandering aimlessly?
She is destined to destroy herself cruelly,
After all, without posterity, perfection dies.

The stately trees will drop their outfit,
That was an oasis of coolness and hope.
I will see the bitterness that they keep inside
Dry herbs, summer old clothes.