Текст песни Тацьцяна Беланогая - Балюча

I drank pills,
I tore off the bright colors.
I broke my arms,
I sang sad songs.
I read books about our shadows,
Nailed the wings that were going to cut ...

Chorus:
It hurts to tear the soul from the blood,
It hurts not to touch the hand
It hurts to tell you to stop
It hurts, you don't want to and you don't have to be with me…

I counted the stars
In a wide space.
I wanted to say
What a gift to you alone,
His - the brightest,
But… On the dirt roads
There will be a place for me…

Chorus:
It hurts to tear hand from hand,
It hurts to close your eyes and say "Go",
It hurts because no one can help.
Only the wind, only the sun, only the song
In life.