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Kipelov - On the Verge
The autumn wind chases the rustling leaves
The soul falls silent, unwilling to cry or sing
Words seek an outlet, leaving a trace on a blank page
Reviving echoes of years gone by from memory…
The crossroads of worlds open with the chime of clocks
You hear voices and the anxious sounds of footsteps
Your cry echoes against the concrete walls of houses
From the desire to leave to the desire to stay, there is only a moment…
Chorus:
Again
There will be
The dawn will follow the dawn
How long will you live, world that does not exist?
And silence in response… only silence in response…
Where is the limit beyond which everything can be understood and seen?
Life threw you, and blind fate did not touch death
You will want to stand at the intersection of rays, in a circle of light
So that the depths of the sky lift you up and whirl you…
Chorus
The autumn wind chases the rustling leaves of dying copper
The soul falls silent, unwilling to cry or sing
Your cry echoes against the concrete walls of houses
From the desire to leave to the desire to stay, there is only a moment…
The autumn wind chases the rustling leaves
The soul falls silent, unwilling to cry or sing
Words seek an outlet, leaving a trace on a blank page
Reviving echoes of years gone by from memory…
The crossroads of worlds open with the chime of clocks
You hear voices and the anxious sounds of footsteps
Your cry echoes against the concrete walls of houses
From the desire to leave to the desire to stay, there is only a moment…
Chorus:
Again
There will be
The dawn will follow the dawn
How long will you live, world that does not exist?
And silence in response… only silence in response…
Where is the limit beyond which everything can be understood and seen?
Life threw you, and blind fate did not touch death
You will want to stand at the intersection of rays, in a circle of light
So that the depths of the sky lift you up and whirl you…
Chorus
The autumn wind chases the rustling leaves of dying copper
The soul falls silent, unwilling to cry or sing
Your cry echoes against the concrete walls of houses
From the desire to leave to the desire to stay, there is only a moment…
