Текст песни Lis - Я руки у груди сжимая

I hand clutching his chest,
prayer whisper secretly ...
In my thoughts I embrace you,
and a cut head with a handkerchief ..

And the soul chained
steel, lockable hinged ..
Available I like the steppe,
in a gust of wind of spring ..

I whisper pleas furtively
through a smile and tinnitus ..
Poems under the cover of a notebook
and rhyming system friendly way ..

Behind the words I hide my eyes
swollen, with bruises ..
My only treats the grass
sprouted from tears-crystal

Corrector brush pravlyu
his pale, haggard appearance ..
I'm sorry that you did not dissemble,
in fact lie petal poisonous ..

I remember the touch, like breathing,
you put it in awe ..
What a pity that he could not hear
the aroma of the perfume expensive ..

Burying that, in the neck
you hear from time to time ..
They are like a spring breeze,
a sparkling shiny topaz ...

..Vyvetrilis. Or simply faded.
In the mist turned empty.
I am again at the edge of death ..
You could introduce me to this !?

As a ghost, translucent,
like smoke. or if the fog ..
Dummy his nondescript could imagine !?
Or am I just hype ?!