Текст песни Вадим Курылёв - За острый край

For the cloud of the sky does not know much
My guardian angel for me does not have time
The cure for fear - a hangover sadness
In my past life bells were silent.
I love over the body froze grieving
In this new war, every man for himself
And again I soldiers smell of frozen ground
With no chance to survive in a battle with the void

Hence, where decayed sail without wind
And instead of a sky ceiling
For the sharp edge of dreams, where there is no turning back
But there is hope to die,
Hope not to die of boredom ...

I love the night, but the run of darkness
And neon lights burn bridges
Escalator underground, unseen rock,
Electric smell in the subway
And beating out the window forgotten song
Risen Love wounded Gazette
Outside, nothing clear decline
Cold belief in the icon lamps extinguished

Hence, where decayed sail without wind
And instead of a sky ceiling
For the sharp edge of dreams, where there is no turning back
But there is hope to die,
Hope not to die of boredom ...