Текст песни Guzhevnikoff - Душа моя

Stifling mine, tortured at night
You despise ignorant doctors
Resist when whipped
And you take wings when they bring flowers

Inexpressive with a vain face
Will not doubt the righteous path
There are thoughts that give rise to wildness
There are feelings that will give birth to the soul

My soul - you mean too little - for most of the living
for the dead, you are the altar.
I'm still completely stupid and puzzled
my mind is your captivity and deception itself.

My soul, forgive separation from you
I'm sorry that in this host of people
quite often shake hands with bitches
And I rarely talk to my father

Forgive me the courage - which is not the time.
Forgive me the taunt - the sharpness of speech
I'm sorry that sometimes I doubt
And I put my trust in other people.

P.S. See you and everyone, my love.
Even though you don't deserve it.

03 March 2013

Andrey Guzhevnikov