Текст песни ПятнА - Мертвый Сад репа

Dead Garden (text)
Dead garden. Empty house. Withered roses still kept mourning about it, dry trees whisper her name.
And let the wind carries her name, the earth keeps her ashes, but the time in the abyss, it is centuries ... Eva ...
Cuts soul crying. The blood warms my fingers. But the cry of pain drowning in heaven laughing stream, and I handed the ditch ground in a fit of anger and tears.
Again and again I scream her name. I'm waiting for the wind to bring her voice ...
But the tears will not return life to the garden,
Mourning will pump darkness.
Proplyvut century gray days.
All eternal death.
I'll go to the house under a veil of silence built of stone tormented souls from fear of losing her ...
And I am one among them, but about conscience memory keeps silence. There is the image of her name there, there's a voice, there are tears ...
Silence knife tearing my mind, gives rise to the fear of pain. And while in the abyss. She centuries ... Eva ...
Only a frantic cry oppression and silence ...
Swallowing tears and blood bitten lips, I still hope to hear her voice. And I hear him ... in the depths ... I go to it ...
Bleeding cursed destiny, beg the sky: "Hatred keep!"
Blood does not bring back life to the garden-
This is an easy way to Hell,
Proplyvut century gray days-
Eternal crying about it.