Текст песни
Through the propylaea of stars and frozen night visions,
Through the halo of children's golden dreams,
Through the haze of careless viciousness,
Life's fragile bridges pass through
They make puddles of icy tears
And mud is spread on the fields of fate,
The roses turn yellow with bitterness,
That were laid in stone till spring
The colour of the lips turn azure
It's not cold, it's snowless here,
But the cardinal is not so open-worked
It will soon fade without light
Under the blanket of sunshine warms,
With wine from the blood of ravens,
What we've been given, why do you melt?
And disappear like snow fluff
I never kept track of time!
But when I realised how many times I'd lost it,
I could really feel it running
Dying once
Amidst the repetition of events
THERE'S NO TURNING BACK TIME!
Time!
THERE'S NO TURNING BACK TIME!
Time!
THERE'S NO TURNING BACK TIME!
One day it will end in death
