Текст песни Диана Арбенина - Архитектор

The architect of my soul
builds arches and stained glass windows.
Perspectives of Celestial Roofs
stitches of tears stitched.
Leaves empty basement
for me so that I can
take refuge in it and draw.
That is all that remains for us.
That’s all I got.
Whatman vulture is like death.
In a straight line vertically days
that they managed to get by with you.
The architect of my soul
let me still live
let me still live
let me see my daughter.
with the new name of all the rains
all the mists and gentle words.
I want to earn her.
I can earn love.
Do not let me go deep into the sheet
Deep into the wells and deep into the loop.
Oil drips. Brush dries.
And the lines are erased.
And my features fade
Blurs Sacre Coeur
I once passed
and oblivion, and a bonfire.
But I don’t remember. and no scars.
Grace is not armor at all.
The architect of my soul
I ask for the continuation.
But I don’t remember. and no scars.
Grace is not armor at all.
The architect of my soul
I ask for continuation