Текст песни Uffinell - Пять сотен секунд

Between life and death - some five hundred seconds,
if the sun goes out. That's how we live on the edge,
balancing blindly blowing hopes soil -
but would not remain closed in the sleepy paradise.

Two years if the twenty-il - we do not remember the date exactly,
as well as the age, and the name and number of his apartment;
someone is hungry, tender, shamed, talkative or therein;
we are all different, in general, but came out of the total coal.

Over five hundred seconds before the eyes scrolled life
zipped names, passport photos with the essence -
yes, that flashes until stirs floors
from the sky descended zlatokoltsovaya horror.

Between life and death - five hundred short seconds,
slugger hollow machine bloody chest.
We broke into his baptized in frozen ground
and we believe - heaven said lazily: & quot; Go & quot ;.

If the sun will go out and stand undisputed night
our vast expanses of the Volga steppes -
I can not help you regret sinful,
a ragged with all the force of the remnants of paradise chains.

Between life and death - five hundred bloody seconds
and, while dying, and you're up Spreads -
Remember: the smell of a particular has ostuzhennoy ground
the soil of the Earth cooled. Just remember this, and davis.