Текст песни Гильза - Моя Любовь

There is only dust on the yellowed keys
And the hands are drawn to the family.
I don't know - a fairy tale or a reality -
Your knees will bow to an empty ringing.
They will not be ruined by an excess of lies.
Everything is so ridiculous, so naive.
And I want to play and just live
And from powerlessness it is disgusting.

And the pain cuts and cuts the heart
Cutting hair at the root,
And I don't know myself anymore
There is only salt around, only salt.
And the blood boils in my veins,
Playing the last melody.
But I'm alive as long as I'm alive
In my soul, my love.

The dream is entangled in itself
All the tighter cobwebs squeezing chest.
And fingers in an unusual bustle
For memory, what is dear is played.

And the pain cuts and cuts the heart
Cutting hair at the root,
And I don't know myself anymore
There is only salt around, only salt.
And the blood boils in my veins,
Playing the last melody.
But I'm alive as long as I'm alive
In my soul, my love.