Текст песни София Пушкарёва - Я столько раз встречала смерть...

I have met many times death
Standing around the corner.
She called and promised: "From now on
There will be pain and worries. "
Her cold hand
I fell on my knees,
And lead indifference
She washed from the shadows of the world.
She loses all hope
On a stormy life revival,
Leaving the face of a saint and a cross,
As a symbol of faith for salvation.
She is beautiful and terrible,
It is the revival of life,
To sleep in oblivion
Soul phenomenon occurred.
The difficult role of the good
Being a butcher on the stage of the world,
Shoot from the hip and multiply the pain,
Being hated evil satyr.
All the dust! All empty! All the ashes!
Before it all beings - babies.
I have so much time to it is captured,
Dreaming past the slip to immortality.