Текст песни Алексей Фролов - Душевная рана

On the silver strings of the soul
I'll play like a guitar
I pray for one thing - do not rush,
Do not rush to the wind

Cause words are harder than granite
And sharper sharpened razor
Only the soul insists with resentment
Give for the wounds of prayer

The wound never heals on the heart
The soul is broken like a mirror
Scars on the heart leave only words
From words it is sometimes bitter and insulting

Words on the wind, please do not throw
Do not make promises and oaths
Do not torment me in the heat of heart
'Cause you and I are to blame

I know I can't live without you
Remembering the old smiles
For you I will pray to God
That there would be no new error.

The wound never heals on the heart
The soul is broken like a mirror with insult.
Scars on the heart leave only words
From words it is sometimes bitter and insulting.

The wound never heals on the heart
The soul is broken like a mirror with insult.
Scars on the heart leave only words
From words it is sometimes bitter and insulting.