Текст песни Крест - Эпитафия

Automatic rain regulates us
I read the book from the end, the moon looks out the window
All now alive to die
All at one time will turn into nothing
Puncture death

You lived and the sun shone
You gone and the sun went
You loved, she also loved
Without admitting each other in

Automatic rain - metaphoric spruit
Tomorrow with the first ray of the cranes will go on the road
On the table dinner cooled, the life in the wind
People are looking for peace and can't find
It until you die ...