Текст песни The Kubrick Cats - Песня о потерянном времени

Time goes measured
It has long been meted out to all
Long since everything is designed - it was who used to consider
Zamahnёshsya - and sorvёshsya down
Oddly beysya life - only an empty whim
Days, weeks, and dreams on the brakes
Only paced hands on the clock

Once the storm to be, which has not cope
Woke up, they sighed - and start over

Once the storm to be, which has not cope
We woke up, sighed - and again late

Again, everything is postponed until later and conscience crawling again on the curve
The clock wound, a second stretch and you are guilty just before a

Time does not cure stupidity
Time does not heal meanness
Only all these subtleties of time - do not care
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Text Sani Zvolinsky