The small hearsay wanders that we're united by one secret.
We know that the gods of future play with our sins.
So hold my hand until the end.
We should see through a prism of oblivion.
They wrote in blood our testament,
The rules of life.
Don't be afraid of predictions of rotten elders!
Don't turn away! Don't be a shade!
You have no time to be empty!
Some day will catch the light,
Wings allow to fly,
It's eternally or never.
We're going forward,
Together we will break this utopia.
So hold my hand until the end.
We should see through a prism of oblivion.
They wrote in blood our testament,
The rules of life.
Some day will catch the light,
Wings allow to fly,
It's eternally or never.
So hold my hand until the end.
We should see through a prism of oblivion.
They wrote in blood our testament,
The rules of life.
Some day will catch the light,
Wings allow to fly,
Higher and higher,
We'll never stop these movements.
Our fate — to draw the sun,
But we'll never speak about it.