Текст песни Sol - Забивай гвоздями мой старый дом

Hammer my old house
(The void is inside, and the outside is light)
So that I don’t tell anyone about
That you and I are not corny.

So unpretentious and funny -
I break mirrors, and a palm in the blood.
You are my world, but ... Next - a solid "but."
Lay rains slanting on my fire.

Thoughts in Kroshevo. Shards on the cheeks
Evil tears roll out of place.
And with a groan, my heart bursts at the seams,
Stumbling back on a farewell look

Your. And on a plate with a rim
A bullseye rolls endlessly
To show an unfamiliar house
And the features of my beloved face.

To overwhelm everything with gray grief,
Drowning a picture in her snowdrift.
Emptiness under the skin. With your hand
Hammer my coffin tight.

Poems by Daria Ivanova