Текст песни Эпоха - Короткий срок

Short term

Do you think that God does not exist, but you can see it every time!
Do you believe that the system - delirium, although it stuck networks!
You tell me: "I am your friend" - and he plyuёsh my trail.
You know, the world closed circle, but crave to see the light of faith.

Chorus 1:
Among the people that you hear? Only moan unfulfilled dreams!
The clock time of running the sand - your ideas and life time!

Try blade taste of fresh blood, tap the language!
You heard earlier death of the blues? The motive for a long time you know.
Pull from the veins of a mean pain, torment and tear the flesh of the native,
Kneel down, be with me, landscape innocence blow it!

Chorus 2:
Around themselves, what do you see? Scraps, dirt, the veil of darkness!
The clock time of running the sand - your ideas and life time!

Key:
My shoulders from the sun whip
My hands innumerable labor
The clock time of running sand -
My life time!