Текст песни Торба-на-Круче - На грани

Running to a man so eager to man
With a man so eager to man
The Escape
Century opens up all sorts of ways
Between man and man can not escape
Far away we can not escape

We are just on the verge of just flying wounded bird book pages
Uprooted we fly even harder relocate the dream in the way of beauty
The path of beauty

The thread between us all eager to join
We will just have to live the sun
Only to live up to it
Where we are all scattered scattered in all directions all
All the roads for longer, faster year
All Mad City

We are just on the verge of wounded birds just flying in the night summer lightning
Break out and explode after the sun blew his dream in the way of beauty
We are just on the verge of just flying wounded birds mental hospital
Steel unruly flock of white or black relocate the dream in the way of beauty.
In the way of beauty. in the way of beauty.