Текст песни Fix - Sunset

The apostles announcing life at sunset
as if uprooted by a bent wind, by the wind.
Where are the prose steps going?
the end is irreversible, the way out is impossible to change.
You see, your heart often beats with fear,
You were as proud as a broken tail,
When did the shovel conquer hectares?
Who knows its value - that it is not a lake but a sea ...
Passerby or native, homogeneous or attached,
you persist in despair when they consider you a stranger,
Your way and your old age were persecuted
Forced but complex adventure.
Sunset of life-dawn of life,
Your scientific expedition is fruitful, your story is over
Crime - slap equivalent to a paragraph,
Passed, but memorable, ring in the ear.
Time is like a sword of Damocles,
inspires fear and respect for your age