Текст песни Wicked Stone - На Грани Зеркала

Wicked Stone - On the verge of a mirror

You're chasing a destiny,
Not feeling the rest.
All life is mixed into the track.
Only the wind in her hair
And whoosh of cars in the ears
At intersections years
At the Crossroads of years ...

At the edge of the mirror will be your trail
And all your hopes will dazzle oncoming light
And the flesh of your asphalt will
Perhaps only this fervor her kill ?!

You made the choice himself,
After rising to the heavens.
Trying to curb,
Could not you catch the road
speed betrayed
You win
Your destiny
you led

At the edge of the mirror will be your trail
And all your hopes will dazzle oncoming light
And the flesh of your asphalt will
Perhaps only your ardor of her kill death ?!