Текст песни Третий Рим - Шла на убыль...

There was on the wane, went forward, the two sides at the edges,
Rob the soul without letting germinate,
Only took his.

Between tomorrow and yesterday, complicating the account data,
Denoting its purpose, all within the build.

What was and what is,
What can be recognized
And peculiar places.

All past rushes to a well-deserved spring,
And its ordinary days he was not sorry
But fear for the moment in the pitch darkness,
Disappear distance.

door slam someone's shadow,
At the heart of the hide up,
And with you till the end
Will tail sad days.

There was in the stream, concealing day
With a miserable time in harmony.
There was a long expanse and strangers,
Immersed in the hustle and bustle,
Appearing only in small.