Текст песни Grey - Нас Больше Нет

Someone will finish this story
but definitely not me
In the back of the head nervously breathes conscience
Is mine
I went out
Maybe they will be sorted
But among them
There is no living left
Lives only the wind
But he will not meet you
And it will not smell dust from your eyelashes

We are no more
We dissolved on a sheet
Our drunk author
quietly crying in silence
He is a loser
but you sorry it
After all, now from his pages
We have where to go

and remember there was time
He began to write
and we are with you like shadows
began to look for
myself
in his words

But he did not know that we were alive
and we make no sense to create
that we played their roles
on the white canvas of sheets
He will not wait
His heroes