Заключительный аккорд [Zaklyuchitel'nyy akkord] [English translation]

Six minutes for the final chord.

These notes are slipping away.

It is unlikely that a world has as many sad notes as I have in my songs

And if this town gets sick with us, it'll be five minutes.

And from the balcony will fly a body and lend on the wires of the streets.

I conduct the heat, but the heat is not the same,

When the temperature is below 42! You fool!

After 240 seconds-no one will remember,

What am I up to, even though I've made so much noise?

Ambulance rushes at full speed through the streets.

I beg: do not shout that you’re sad because I’m reality you’re so happy that I’m dead.

Three minutes. This moment is exciting for you!

The accident was not accidental.

Surround me, as the crowd - go along with everybody.

Tears don't color you. Don't try!

Not even worth it.

Sixty seconds. Seventh floor.

To tears of delight - one step, just smile.

There's so many sad notes playing in these songs.

Before eyes life ends.

On the closing chords

My space falls to Earth, becomes someone else's game.

Let's assume for a moment that sooner or later

The fullness of feelings will become emptiness.

On the closing chords

My space falls to Earth, becomes someone else's game.

Let's assume for a moment that sooner or later

The fullness of feelings will become emptiness.

The shards will not give up again

How much heat has been wasted in me.

Eyes hid in the void!

His feet, accustomed to the station store.

I swore I'd quit, but again, here I am.

Jump, deprived of sanity. Shock in the head.

Throw the parachute in your sleep.

Burned feelings. Intricate. Gone nowhere.

I won't forget! Never forgive. Never!

Reason to take off. Blindness. Full of betrayal.

Act like everything is normal. Time flies, and I become its new prisoner.

Seventh floor, height. One moment.

Everything that was created for hearts is gone

.

Sixty seconds.

It is unlikely that the people will notice how the madman flew out of the window.

City will play sad notes for us.

On the closing chords.

On the closing chords

My space falls to Earth, becomes someone else's game.

Let's assume for a moment that sooner or later

The fullness of feelings will become emptiness.

On the closing chords

My space falls to Earth, becomes someone else's game.

Let's assume for a moment that sooner or later

The fullness of feelings will become emptiness.

• Artist:Kavabanga Depo Kolibri
• Album:Бесконечный шум