Sagath - Росток
текст песни

So much hasn't been done yet
And it’s already as if at the last threshold
So imperceptibly reaching the epilogue
Every day there is less and less God in the heart
Everyone has their own path
This anxiety is coming from somewhere
Nobody wanted to leave, believe me
The lid of the coffin will slam shut
A door will open to another space
Believe it or not
When diseases run aground
Protecting your home from attacks will not protect you from losses.
To the grave of someone somewhere, a cradle
A child's cry will sway and pierce the dead silence.
Sometimes you reproach yourself, sometimes you are your own executioner
Life seems to pass me by and I didn’t jump in
It's like being in the last carriage
Withered petals will fly into the trash can
A freshly cut bud will be placed in a vase.
For someone to grow through the stones
While away under the roadside dust
But having washed with God's dew in the morning
There is strength to believe, there is strength to wait
The flower of life fades
The last petal falls from it
No matter how cruel this world is
I believe a new shoot will emerge