Текст песни Martyel - Ночной рубеж

You will not remember the age,
You will not remember the world
You will deal mosaic of dashed hopes.
But only the crisp snow
In the palm of his take -
And like a blade, a tangle of roads sever night abroad.

Though taken seriously
All the tricks of the gods,
Because of the angle to throw knives steel bouquet.
But in the heart echo stars
And hot showers words
Play against the cold in the numb hand.

Already one-one,
Open insane account.
You saved, but you ran away, why you their paradise?
And at midnight behind
And the snow is compressed into ice,
And death throws the dice, saying, play il die.

Ah, would be a fool
So I would live without hardship,
Would not know and do not howl, did not break the walls of the forehead
And do not try, of whom
On a marble slab
We went shrill laughter pernicious fate.

But to hell with horns
You're not the one is ready.
He is also right, like you, he is not sorry for someone else's blood,
He sees only the enemy,
And the difference between you,
What & quot; are & quot; and & quot; it & quot; - The two banks of the night abroad.

And fell on his face
In the run ragged,
Reflecting a moment, as in a mirror, in each other and in themselves.
Brook flows
Between his fingers warm snow,
Painted in red color does not exist abroad.