Текст песни Artur Meschyan - imastazurk

When the days are nailed like a fly
The yellow pages of your calendar,
Months are wasted
Like lords, from the tree of your life

When the watch spring is strained
The ax swings around your neck
The past is meaningless,
The present is numb under your feet

An empty pedestal that has lost its meaning
Waiting for the next idol sculpture,
When the standing statue collapses,
Time always aborts him

The street and the park are meaningless
Behind the meaningless city,
Houses are also meaningless,
When they turn into a shelter

The word has long since become meaningless,
Born in the womb of many people,
The meaning has even become meaningless
It's like a run that has no end

The hands are idle, meaningless,
Every day became t