Текст песни Вадим Курылёв - За острый край

For cloud sky does not know much about
My guardian angel does not have time for me
The cure for fear - a hangover sadness
In my past life bells were silent.
I love froze over the body of grieving
In this new war, every man for himself
And again I soldiers smell of frozen ground
No chance to survive in a battle with the void

Hence, where no wind decayed sail
And instead of a sky ceiling
For a sharp edge dreams, where there is no way back
But there is hope to die,
Hope not to die of boredom ...

I love it when the night, but the run of darkness
And neon lights burn bridges
Escalator underground, invisible rock,
Electrical smell in the subway
And beating out the window forgotten song
Resurrected love wounded Gazette
Outside, nothing clear decline
Cold belief extinct icon lamps

Hence, where no wind decayed sail
And instead of a sky ceiling
For a sharp edge dreams, where there is no way back
But there is hope to die,
Hope not to die of boredom ...