Текст песни Haar - Дети последних городов

What we have created the city,
Dust immortal gray days?
We always go nowhere,

Children of Forgotten Kings.

Children past kings,
Hastily ascended to the throne.
Music of our days the faithful -
Stroke considers metronome.

Time said the metronome -
Seconds ahead run, but along.
Thoughts will leave for later,
At the time, we forget our pain.

One second thoughts, yes, seven cut off,
Drove mangled and go.
How to fill this gap,
With so lit at all in the chest?

With so sore in all chest?
What disturbs sleep at night?
Each for himself alone -
Others do not want to understand.

We are children of the last cities,
The sun does not heat only burns.
Where was born a long time ago,
There is already no one is waiting.

We do not live for the first time.

We are living the last time.

We will die one last time.

We are going to die is not the first time.