Текст песни Петля Мертвых - Улица вечного праздника

No matter what month and year,
Here, time flows differently law
And anyone who is looking for will certainly find
The road is not always to the closed house.

On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.

Not everyone in the world of light from the sun,
Not every tree in the fall sleep
And if your soul in the summer heat,
So you'd better hurry up

On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.

We pulled down the walls that used to build bridges,
Blurs the boundaries and scrap the system
And there are no more rules and terms of the game
For a crossroads not vicious hymen.

On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.

This city does not remember what war is,
Not here cat darting across the road
And touch not the wind, not the fire is not water,
Because love overcomes anger.

On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.
On the streets of the eternal feast.