Ксения Ситник, Vitali Artist - Послание - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And then we will grow old, we will die, then from afar we will watch how the restless river, with its current, violently destroys what seemed important to us.

It erases into dust, carries away, so short is the moment and it is already lost.

We will inform our descendants about the future: look for the light hidden in everyone.

We can see absolutely everything from above.

The earthly wheel of hell, grinding into sand, will separate and inevitably render you wingless.

It’s easier here for the dead than for the living, and we tell them young: be honest with yourself and you will gain strength.

Once brave youths, shameless and proud, we increased skepticism, attacked, beat to death, cursed failures.

Now we sit by the lake, in the creator’s bomb shelter, and continue to exclaim: lose and you will become richer.

We are just air, wind and a sexless spirit, words unspoken out loud, like telegrams in a dream, we will send to those sleeping.

The mirage will dissipate by morning, a control shot into the darkness, we urge them to one thing: realize yourself in the present.

To all those who are there and who are walking, languishing in traffic jams, smoking, missing the plane, before the screen goes out and the arrows have not yet frozen.

We shout to them through the roar of the river, racing fiercely with the current: be able to live without offending the greatness of the plan.