Текст песни Константин Ступак - Песня разбитых надежд

This motif of the pain disappears,
Grey clouds overhead,
Hatred of the sky and the wind,
Fate brings to us again and again ...

Twenty-four meaningless circle
Arrows run, overtaking each other,
And congealing on the verge of two days
The night begins, the night all long ...

Torn line of your life,
Burning pain of the remaining days,
Every morning you go vnikuda,
And time is flowing, flowing water ...

Where is the limit of these forces?
Where is the crown of these dreams?
You're like all forgotten,
But time does not stand tears ...

Thousands of gray trampled fates
They believe that happiness nezabudet about them,
Strange faces of strange people,
Hundreds of minds, but no ideas ...

Neboysya errors and torn chains
With every mistake you will be stronger,
But on the grave yesterday,
You leave himself ...

Where is the limit of these forces?
Where is the crown of these dreams?
You're like all forgotten,
But time does not stand tears ...