Текст песни Grave Vento - Отпусти

Slow pulse beats in his chest,
No choice other,
I'm leaving it all behind,
From native, I turn into someone else.
More will not touch calls,
And all correspondence will sink into the past.
In a tube of your solid horns,
Maybe let this spring.

Let me go, I beg you do not need words,
Locked up in a cage, but that would burn the love.

It remains for us a couple of hours,
Do not return .... Time more.
The entire carousel around those calls,
He broke away from a piece of the native heart.
Melt the snow, ice-floes -
The symbol of the arrival of spring.
And not intertwined our web,
Flames only left inside.
Only inside (2)
Inside, inside, inside of me.

I remember the smell of your heart, I,
I recognize it among the others.
All that's left us for two,
Recollection and mute sadness