Текст песни New Line - От колыбели до могилы

Speak to heaven do not take everybody
The souls of the dead who fall in heaven, and someone to hell
Those who do not just live and who is worthy of the two wings
Rising to the wings of the wind give the clouds

On the tombstone of your portrait, gray rain pours all!
You no longer with us, take your body
The closest man coffin lid closing
He knows exactly on the front
Do not you see paradise!

From the cradle to the grave
You were damned, you see death!
You did not like the fate
He was born to die!

You do not live, you just had, dragging the existence of
Voids surrounded doomed on the expectations
Your life is now my verse
Dirty truth surrounded
Do not worry, you're not crazy - doomed!

From the cradle to the grave
You were damned, you see death!
You did not like the fate
He was born to die!

You know, of course you know
Seconds melt empty inside
Die! You die
You've earned it!
Burn!

From the cradle to the grave
You were damned, you see death!
You did not like the fate
He was born to die!

Your tomorrow starts today
Since today it yesterday
Day by day you will change nothing ... nothing!