Текст песни Stalker - Тают года

Everything high gets low
A low high.
Everything far becomes close
A close distant.

All roads lead to crossroads
And crossroads to the roads.
All words lead to promises
And promises to alarms.

The years are melting away ... (8x)

Keys beaten in search of cipher
And all combinations are erased.
Be my point ... wait ... shut up ...
Do you hear that ?! the first digit clicked ...

Years are melting on the calendar
And the numbers are written in chalk,
The cities are encrypted in them,
They showered with white ...

Punch me with your palms to the sky
Close your eyes in February snow
Let it go, let it go - I'm the wind
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry - only ashes