Человек сказал: "Я построю город,
Я буду в нём жить и найду в нём счастье",
Сотни лет он гнался за счастьем, воплащая мечты в реальность.
У любого финала горечь в душе -
Человек отвернулся от дел своих рук,
Он покинул город, оставивь его
(Тишине) счастью, которое так и не смог принять.
... Город порос травой,
Звери селились в пустых домах,
Разрушая его
Быстрее, чем сам человек.
... В моих ладонях песок,
Я чувствую ход веков,
Обманчивость и иллюзорность - душа красоты.
... Ветер летел над Землёй,
Лаская бескрайнюю Землю,
Паук бежал по песку,
Не встречая преград на своём пути.
Translated:
The man once said: " I 'll build the city,
I 'll live and find my happiness in it ",
For hundreds of years he had been chasing his fortune, turning dreams into reality.
There is bitterness in soul at the end -
The man has turned away from his deads,
Не abandoned the city, leaving it to
(Silence) happiness, which he could not accept.
... The grass covered the city,
Beast settled in empty houses,
Destroying it
Faster than man.
... there is a sand in my palms
I feel a motion of centuries,
Delusiveness and illusions - soul of beauty.
... The wind flew over Earth,
caressing the boundless Earth,
The spider ran upon sand, having no barriers on its way.
The man said: "I will build a city,
I will live in him and find happiness in him ",
For hundreds of years he was chasing happiness, overtaking dreams into reality.
Any finale has bitterness in the shower -
The man turned away from his hands,
He left the city, leave it
(Silence) Happiness, which he could not accept.
... the city is overgrown with grass,
The animals settled in empty houses,
Destroying him
Faster than man himself.
... in my palms sand,
I feel the way of centuries
Deception and illusory is the soul of beauty.
... the wind flew above the ground
Caressing the endless land,
Spider ran along the sand
Without meeting barriers in their path.
Translated:
The Man Once Said: "I 'Ll Build the City,
I 'Ll Live and Find My Happiness in it ",
For Hundreds of Years He Had Been Chassing His Fortune, Turning Dreams Into Reality.
There is bitterness in soul at the end -
The Man Has Turned Away from His Deads,
Not Abandoned the City, Leaving it to to
(Silence) Happiness, Which He Cold Not Accept.
... The Grass Covered the City,
Beast Settled in Empty Houses,
Destroying it
Faster than man.
... there is a Sand in My Palms
I Feel a Motion of Centuries,
Delusivence and Illusions - Soul of Beauty.
... The Wind Flew Over Earth,
Caressing The Boundless Earth,
The Spider Ran Upon Sand, Having No Barriers on Its Way.
