Текст песни
Time passes in despair,
Grains of sand are running by the clock,
Time passes in thought,
And you are by the road, useless trash
Here all the roads have been studied,
Your city is a chessboard,
and all the turns are marked,
To whom for what how much,
It's all here, but not there
Time passes in despair,
Grains of sand are running by the clock,
You have been looking for dozens of years,
And lived by someone else's clock,
There is no point in ending the match,
In the endgame there is no your victory,
only one road is not known to you,
It's time to step along it,
There is still a long way ahead,
And you cannot turn it back
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