Как по лезвию бритвы перевод... The dawn

The dawn is dripping like the razor’s blade
Who was the next to last, not with me on array…
You had stayed on the plateau, where sunsets in the dark,
Where the bullets and splinters left theirs marks on a rock.

Every stone and ledge could be a friend ... or not?
It could cover me or… unexpectedly shoot?
Longest Echo responded to my friends dying cry,
Those cry was like stabbing by a knife in my mind…

I remain alive ... I survived ... I’m alone
and what happen at once wouldn’t ever be gone…
I can’t hide or escape, can’t be lost or forget…
But the life I’m living I will never regret.

It is silent… dark… the sun’s about to rise…
At the moment I see only cigarette lights…
Someone is also smoking, could be thinking the same?
Who’s fault was it?… Who knows?…Who I’m going to blame?