Lyrics Flёur - Маятник вечности

For the second time in a fascinated hall
On a slippery, tilted trapezoid,
As if a gupta-puppet doll
I'm flying under the dome itself
To perform a somersault with a cold heart

And to retreat already, of course, late
Lights the temple and nerves at the limit
And the fraction sounds louder and more anxious
And the blood is getting cold under the skin
And I already see the stars in a slow decline

You're somewhere in the sky stormy,
Behind the dial of the lunar eclipse
Through the shroud and overcast midnight
Hurry to help me
To prevent incorrect movement

Lost in time, warmed by golden rays
A small feather flies over the ocean
The invisible pendulum swings softly between despair and new hope

In the polar ice the ships were frozen
The writer died without completing the novel
And the subway driver drives his train
With closed eyes through darkness and emptiness
To the fiery earth

And amidst the smoldering wreckage
Again they will find only one black box
Senseless information storing
And next to him an absurd scrap of thin tape
From blue silk

Frozen at the edge of the abyss, I listen to your sad voice
A small feather flies over the ocean
The invisible pendulum swings softly between despair and new hope

Come on, counting the stars in the wind,
Drinking coffee from plastic glasses
Catch the first snowflakes with your lips
And hugging each other with frozen hands
While we are still alive

If the horizon darkens and there is time to say goodbye
A small feather will be picked up by a white-winged seagull
And the pendulum of eternity will also swing
Between joy and new sadness