Текст песни PALLIATUS - Холостые дни

Wasted merciless time
It does not tolerate idle speed
On the streets of our holiday will come
Contrary to the convictions of hidden prophets

And live life like this
Wishing a fairy tale by making it
And throwing a look back to understand
I was covered with centenary dust

And was mistaken point
And they were mistakenly shot down chords
And was on unfortunately rudied and voice
And were in the agony of the strings

And get that they did not wait
And get what they deserve
Not getting about what you dreamed
Not getting for that we lived

Idle words
Idle days
Give God to my cartridge
Did not become the same as they

But the phone is saved by my skin
Conversations with you save my thoughts
Phone call saves my life
But dreams are saved with you

Absorbing another blow
I will not stand the cheek again
I'm lifting from the ground, dusty in the heat
And I promise - I cut the word

And only forward, and only to light
And I understand - the fate is no longer
There is no fate to which you allegedly involved
There is no fate for which you supposedly born

And there is no fate except that
Which you yourself
In the name of all themselves
All holy for you