Текст песни Ольга Ступина - Время

Time moves slowly in the body of the universe
And the earth for him is a clock dial,
Knocking through thin veins
Pulsed by the pulse of dead soldiers

A time of little wars and great discoveries
The time of power over God and the power of labor,
People in a fragile ark in a flood of events
Live out their registered years

And other fools, in a hurry, die
To the fanfare of the heroes and the cry of the trumpeters
Walking past the boarded up gates of paradise
The sunshine of the red January nights

Well, time does not wait, time is torn to attack,
Chases soaped black horses
Leaving an embossed family sign
Under the decrees of streets and squares

Time licks on fire faded flags
Chopping heads, imperiously planting on the throne,
The hands of a clock spin like small magicians
In the palm of your hand at the best magician of the times

Destroyer of worlds and hasty decisions
Time builds houses and builds bridges
Time requires new victories and achievements,
Crossing the graves of the dead

Metal clang, shutter clicks
Suggested chimes confident battle,
The yellowness of the bones, the whiteness of the protocols,
Sprinkled with burgundy holy water

Time viciously rips off fake masks
Quarters its unworthy pages,
Breaking out of the bunker with a radiant fairy tale,
Poking at the windows of the sixth floors

Time punishes those who are out of step scary
Time rushing ahead without rests and sleep,
Hey, who is blocking the road there !?
Get out of the way, puppy ...

Time in the February sun was smiling at him
And beckoned to the wide open window,
Left unnoticed and invisible
A pair of wings lying on a dirty floor ...