Текст песни ГильZа - Моя Любовь

There are only dust on the yellowed keys
Hands reach for the native
And the fairy tale or the past is unknown
Knees will bow to an empty ring

Do not go broke from an excess of lies
Everything is so ridiculous, so naive
And I want to play and just live
And disgusted by powerlessness

And cuts, cuts heart pain
Cutting hair under the root
And I don’t know myself anymore
Around only salt, only salt
And boils blood in the Jews
Last tune playing
But I'm still alive
In my soul my love

Confused dream in itself
Clutching the web harder
And fingers in an unusual bustle
As a keepsake, they play expensive

And cuts, cuts heart pain
Cutting hair under the root
And I don’t know myself anymore
Around only salt, only salt
And boils blood in the Jews
Last tune playing
But I'm still alive
In my soul my love