Текст песни Марічка Чабан - Твої слова

Thy word is a sound
They overtones flow in emptiness there disappear.
And my memory "Five is not even erases letters
Keeps everything in a non-stop scrolling
And haunts me, persistently repeats them,
Keeps in good shape this state of mild insanity
I know, I know
Now I do not have you ...

Look, that is my heart
Trample, trample, trample it
Do not stop!
It will not hurt!
Kill, kill, kill me,
Do not worry.
Then say, "I'm sorry ..."

I do not believe more time - it does not cure
He is on your side, and it provokes me
Close to all the people of God
Do not wait, do not keep anything.
But I'm strong, and his will
Collect from small pieces of his pain,
For in my heart you find forgiveness
And then find nahnennya.
To live on and revealed God
And keep your heart in his luggage.
Because there safely because there safely.
There's heat, there is quiet there ...