Текст песни Скверна - Пустынная Могила

My soul is a desert grave,
And a lot of cold dead in it.
For a long dream, she signed them
And it does not consider unscrewd residents.

At the bottom of the soul SUREEN deep
Past years crazy love;
She fell asleep alone without tears
And sleep quietly, and will not wake up again.

And next to her hoped overtake,
And lighted the excitement of passions,
And former years of enthusiastic strength
And thirst for affairs, and thoughts of young days.

My infant dreams are sleeping there,
Dreams, love, hope and peace;
But with them sleep and sorrow, and tears
Under the litter of the grave.

But with them sleeps and the age-old mountain,
My poor brother, my relentless guest,
And hatred with a curse in gaze,
And jealousy painful anger.