Текст песни Марк - В её жизни творился ужас

In her life, she creates fear,
and I could not do anything,
every ugly puddle
It reflected my body
and the person that I hated;
she was there, I - here
God saw everything clearly,
but said nothing, and now "do not go!" -
- I told him through the sheet saying
I never had the cross;
she suffered there on the edge,
I vomited and then immediately metal;
This hail terrible events
crumbled glass kilometers
under glass were an eternity, Peter
silence and a cardboard wall.
I'm greedy heart muscle
I felt the pain!
She was bent in the capital,
I declare home
in the morning, at the risk of becoming
spray against mosquitoes,
but no sleep, no glass, no bed
We did not save me from the poems.
And it is easier to forget me,
than torture yourself under the skin,
and it remains for me to howl
on the moon, on a sheet on the passers-by.
In her mind the horror going on,
but what can I do?
And every silent pool
It reflected gray body,
and a dead sea of ​​love
surf beats on his feet.
My Angel - not from the sky - from the ground
there die .. die ..