Lyrics Radio Cambodia - Время печали еще не пришло

But we are through to the end
In pieces of hot lead
Flew to the target falling
Traces on the body leaving

They dreamed, exhaling into the sky
With white smoke, all problems
Year after year, burned,
In the mornings always were silent

But in that game without rules
We still lost,
According to all the laws of the case
Everything will turn out, do you hear?
It turns out

There was a silence
And the sea hid the wave
And on the sand there were those,
Whose names sounded louder than all

But in that game without rules
We still lost,
According to all the laws of the case
Everything will turn out, do you hear?
It turns out