Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Только бы успеть, не опоздать

Sparks under the hoofs of the horse Am
Clop of hooves on the pavement Dm7
Crow, do not let me Fm
Cloak like wings beating behind E7

Icy wind whistling in the ears
City blinding dust
The heart is torn, trouble breathing
Only have time, do not be late

The endless labyrinth of streets
Horseshoe tear apart the silence
Echo in the alleys of steel rings
The century of a few minutes.

And the hand grasps the handle
Faithful damask blade
Only have time, do not be late
The fee is too high.

It seems there is no end of the road
Time is running hundreds of times faster
The wind is not a cloak to hide the face
And in the eyes of despair shivers ...

"Make way, the crowd!" - The cry of mad
Creek soul helpless and terrible
In this jump roads every moment
After a little bit more and it will be late

And suddenly everything was quiet around
The horse stood on gray pavement
And there was only the sound of the heart
I now no longer be with you ...

Scattering sparks turned into stars
I'm, I'm sorry, it's too late ...