Текст песни TouchTheVoid - Согрей В Руках Мое Сердце

Warm in the hands of my heart, it was cold
Only the photographs do not feel abandoned
Because of me, they will not be free
Their reason to live, but a premature

Like a little boy covering her face,
That was not scared, covering his head
A series of old photos before the eyes
Damaged negatives, I painted

Anyone who fell - does not rise,
Life is not a toy
Pain is forgotten
But from the look sluchayannogo can get better

Warm in the hands of my heart!
Warm in the hands of my heart!

Like a little boy ..
Covering his head ..
A series of old photos ..
Before your eyes ..

Why the key to the door when not at home?
Happiness does not come up to fill the void
I close my eyes, coma
That, as it was before - I promised to remember it