Текст песни Hammingway - Пепел

Time goes by, water leaks.
Fathers changed, selling creators.
Sand through your fingers and forgotten years
Leaving a memory on the ruins of palaces.

When all the sparks of torn souls
Blowing into the flame of bitter victories
Seas of hope will be born from puddles.
Everything will burn out, waiting for the dawn.

Walls burn down, houses burn down.
And you will burn like millions of others.
The body will decay, but the words will not go out.
Burn now, they recognize you from books.