Текст песни Nia Elve - Вечность-быстротечность, или пласибное настроение

We are drawn by a sleeping artist
With bitter sadness on soft lips.
We were given to suffering helpers
To be burned in burning bonfires.
Trains timidly whisper about the past,
You run down the road into darkness
Hey, answer my rider!
maybe there
Even worse than in our captivity.
Give me your hand and we will rush into the pool
Of a voluptuous quirk of fate.
I watch, exactly at midnight, as dreams drown
We're so hungry without each other.
Enough wolves rushing with happiness
On LyuBol openly grumble.
Maybe an evil dynasty will replace us,
That he will forget how to live and suffer ...
In the meantime, we are looking for the infinite:
I am you in the noisy-pale crowd.
Everything in the world is eternal - fleeting:
Click! .. - nobody, never, anywhere.