Текст песни GoldenScrew - Физическая боль утоляется душевной

"Physical pain assuaged soul ..."

Cold to the bone,
Shaking hands - typing ..
Fingers turn blue nails
And my heart goes to the heel ...
Very physically ill,
Stronger than the sick soul,
Nervous system, straight to the root,
It delivered only my pain ...
The thoughts in my head are different,
Trying to stick together in one,
But it is very difficult as a puzzle,
Collect - meter on the picture!

She wrote the word,
I face it: "I Love"
And I was soon:
"Sorry, but I can not,
To understand it, for that forgiveness,
Rang - silence in the tube,
I was - very angry,
... In the evening match day ...

During the evening the night dark,
I forget about the disease,
Just a thought in my head dumb,
Every second will climb ...

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17:02 - 17:45
16.11.2009
Recorded: 01.03.2010