Текст песни Next Round - Последний Раунд

The last round - forces are running out
The light dims like an underpass
I move slowly - pulls down
It looks like I won't get the long awaited prize

Blow by blow life goes by
Hands drop, a mine exploded in my brain
Strong opponent, heavyweight
Clinches, blocks, presses like a press

Weakness in the limbs, a veil in the eyes
Soul freezes in the face of eternity
Timeless body, rival as a dream
But we must wait for the gong