Текст песни Olivia - До боли...

To pain, to the tremors, to the moan,
To a loud-shaped cry
Not listening to screams of the law
Who tells us so much

So you want to be real
Without mask and righteous rhyme.
Fake and brightly brilliant
Hiding a lot of surprises.

Falling on the procrusteo bed
Morality written by someone
You can promote yourself
According to the specified scheme.

And only at night, without a grima,
Without sewn from the rules of clothes,
We whisper the forbidden name,
Clinging for crumbling hope

That the time comes,
When the masks are torn.
And dropped into the abyss of the burden
And forgotten false fairy tales.

That's just to live, or
To this bright minute.
After all, the grip is steel pain
Everything is furious for some reason ..