Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Вот и всё

That's all. Time to build your temple from the mossy stones of the universe
It's just right to call the names of the illusions of the past years
At night I torment my innermost knowledge with doubt
And by morning I understand that whatever one may say, there is no truth in the world

That's all, we were ashamed of our fathers, but now we ourselves are fathers
As luck would have it, our children are playing Blackjack
And the world is approaching like a flood, a virtual tsunami
So, again you need to throw off unnecessary ballast and batten down the ark.

Chorus:
I know what to cherish, I have someone to respect
And I'm learning not to give a damn about the road.
And from the desire to live in the soul, grace sounds,
Once in the world dropped by God

That's all. I don't believe you can blow this world up with rock and roll
Like a farce of AC / DC scrubbing under the skin of chic Porsches
In the mornings, after a friendly drink, I drive the motor with validol
And in love I yearn more and more sharply for a bright and wise soul

Chorus.

That's all. Time to build your temple and bring offerings to the altar
Maybe I will find healing from past unnecessary sins
It's just a pity I don't understand why I should look for resurrection
If there is hardly any motive for my goofy poetry

Chorus.

That's all…