Текст песни Прохор Шаляпин - Исповедь

Wounded my soul shards of dreams
And I see in a dream again, favorite features.
I want to forgive her,
And let all the insults ...
We wind of change cruelly separated from her,
Each other to keep us close was not strong enough,
Do not be in a golden cage
Now the lot of her earthly ...

Forgive me, my mother, my confession -
It hurts the soul, and I'm the one standing on a cliff
When I touched the mist,
Your love has saved me from death.

Being in this life together are unlikely to come,
After he shared the whole wall one.
But in the unreal world of dreams and dreams
We are together, our love lives there.

Forgive me, my mother, my confession -
It hurts the soul, and I'm the one standing on a cliff.
When I touched the mist,
Your love has saved me from death