Текст песни 4-й дуст - МОЛИТВА

Last prayer
And the sky is in the clouds.
With a dull rusty razor
Slits on the arms.
You don't need him
The boy is young.
There are only puddles left
And the puddles are not with water.

Love is kind
It can be very evil.
Any used for such feelings
I gave a lot.
Studied in the same class
At one party.
He was not a master in feelings,
Fell in love like a sick person.

Took you to the dance
Took you to the movies.
Friends whispered in class
Why not a husband and wife.
I was ready for you forever
He's wearing it in his arms.
Meeting too close
He was embarrassed to ask.

A familiar picture
The saddest ending.
You in another car
With the other he saw.
Short skirt
Fresh and young.
Squeeze the glass with their fingers
And the glass is not water.

Last prayer
And the sky is in the clouds.
With a dull rusty razor
Slits on the arms.
You don't need him
The boy is young.
There are only puddles left
And the puddles are not with water.