Текст песни На краю стою - да без крыльев я...

On the edge of the stand so I have no wings
And I know not where my soul .
Above me hungrily circling crows,
As if my life is divided equally.

Climbs in my heart the pain soulless ,
And the fate in the fire - naughty .
Do not measure the life of fine measure .
Fences fate of their faith .

On the edge of the stand , talking with destiny ,
I see my death and its tranquility ,
And around me circling crows,
As if my life is divided equally.

And are willing to die for the slaughter
My confession and recognition.
Wake me chimes -
Is it reality , or a prophetic dream .