Текст песни Западный фронт - Над пропастью во ржи

The road ends in a precipice,
Paradise that is promised to us
Reality blade cuts
Right on half.
Look - the earth went from under my feet,
And we continue to go.
We seem to be broken,
And we can not be saved.

How many have not lived the songs,
How much deserved wounds.
Immortal all that is done honestly,
Only deadly deception.
But dreams have come true,
And to revive mirages.
We are with you go
The Catcher in the Rye.

We would have long ago fell into the abyss,
And not coming to light.
Once we have crossed the line,
For which there is no death.
And if you understood correctly
All that was to be, and is,
Sooner or later
You also find yourself here.

We, as trees die standing,
But death was against us.
So what we have is worth nothing
Rise once again.
Covered with earth,
But you will not believe your eyes - I'm alive.
We will meet
The Catcher in the Rye.

The road ends in a precipice,
Paradise that is promised to us
Reality blade cuts
Right half.
Look - the earth went from under my feet,
But we continue to go.
We seem to be broken,
Now we can not be saved.

Someone still gets to the goal,
But someone will be broken down.
So let joy be crowned
Their mortal life.
I was looking like a bird in the sky,
And found lying in the Rye,
Compose songs,
And get a life