Friede auf Erden, Op. 30

Time through his fingers like sand.
I have 30 minutes without a breath of fresh smoke
Air, I would spread my hands Parkhaev
I would just into the sky until all the people are asleep.
Time through his fingers how?
No sooner had a lot of places, I see on the ground,
And I so want to live, just
Although the stone would be lying at the bottom
We are all somewhere in a hurry but that's where?
And what if the road to hasten a
Give me back when I was still pleased
With the sun shining in my eyes.
But cheek tears remind me of the time
The fact that not return it than not replace
We'll be all alone when sin to remembrance
When I remain memory and poetry.
Time through his fingers like sand
If I could press the feet and if someone could
Then I would have probably not yet reached these lines
But time through the fingers do not stop the flow
The city brought us all crazy
This false sun gray house
Do not swear my soul that smells temples
Your promises 300 miles
Our thoughts have long been entrenched maniacs
In our time, the norm in 15 years in bed
Scary fact is not something that is unlikely to fix
The scary thing is that we like
Time through his fingers, well, alas
Who said that people are obliged to be happy
We are all sinners in hell for their sins drown
So heaven remains empty as the palm .....