Текст песни Дмитрий Бикчентаев - Любовь пытаясь удержать

I love trying to keep ,
How do we keep her sword :
One - to itself the handle ,
Another - to her for spearhead .

I love trying to push ,
As we we press her sword :
One - hilt in the other breast,
The other - a heart tip .

And whoever blade arm
No longer able to hold ,
Someday love another
Compresses safely handle .

And the hands , compressing the metal ,
He did not wish
As if he did not feel ,
How to cut steel as steel cuts .