Текст песни Группа Корыто - Время

Sand through fingers while running away,
And from grains of sand dunes and the dunes grow.
Someone they will break their weight,
Someone, maybe heal the wound.

Minutes as a grain of sand, different shape,
Almost indistinguishable, merged in the days and nights.
When there is no wind - they are normally static,
A little blow - rock gradually stochat.

And if you do not take on the life of the call,
We'll have to live not as wanted, but as she got.
Change the pictures on the TV screen.
But people do not change, as a rule.

He runs his fingers through time, it is not correct,
And runs a series of similar days.
I remember: I used to want to relax the fingers,
Now I want them to squeeze yet more