Текст песни Гнатюк Іван - Я для вічності ще не дозрів

I'm not ripe for eternity yet,
The young soul roared,
I see hundreds behind the heads,
And ahead is a wild horde!

Everyone in line is behind death,
Only fools climb without a queue,
And there are five gates ahead!
And behind them is the owner of the poker!

Someone will be thrown into hellfire,
Burn on hot coals,
From the scorched hands of sinners,
The horned one will scold them!

Someone will fall into the peace of heaven,
The Garden of Eden will walk forever,
So much peace in it and miracles,
Although nice, but a little cynical!

I look in line ahead,
I see light, fire, emptiness,
I'll wait until the turn comes,
What will throw me into the cold…

Where to? What did you deserve in life?
Am I a sinner to go to hell?
Did I ask to ascend to Paradise?
I am a poet and for me everything is dying!

Just night, and for the darkness there,
I will write poems alone,
The third door to the executioners!
These gates are worn and the worst!

But until she demolished the course!
While death takes away the slaves!
The young soul roared!
I am not ripe for eternity yet!