Текст песни Anna Verne - Небесная ось

On the edge of the world,
       Where's the dead of winter,
             Where tin crumbles into dust,
To uplift the sky
      Railway axis -
             Heaven on steel axle gears
A deep underground - the citadel,
In no way mad wizard lives,
Whose hands in shackles bracelets, all the faster
Rotate the firmament above us.

New Sunset is replaced by sunrise,
Days seemed eager to catch up with each other,
And ships accelerate their move,
To travel from the stars to keep up.
New faces on the arrows hours
We customize forward and forward.
A hand in heavy shackles bracelets
Rotate faster firmament ...

In a furious whirlwind of flying trains.
Someone already invented the airplane.
In the rush to merge the days and years.
We really do not look at the sky.
People become live once.
Once even say warm words.
As sometimes want to stop
Hands in heavy shackles bracelets!

The moment that, like mercury, slipping from his hands,
Stop back! Wait a little!
Give me at least an hour - look around,
To understand how beautiful the world ..
It would be desirable to glue the pieces of the soul,
open doors - and step into leaf
Moment - and scree CZK stained glass ...
Moment .. and it does not come back ...

How many more caught a glimpse of centuries,
Before his time, meet the limit:
Dropped his hands in shackles bracelets,
Harden the system of celestial bodies?
Well, until he struck the hour,
Everyone in captivity at the time of running.
And in the heart knock any one of us
There the clank of metal gears.