Текст песни Michelle Paffer - Рельсы

Rails

Love takes too sharp forms
And cuts me without a knife from the inside.
Today you will leave with the third platform.
Fire my memory today is burning.

I'm lying on the rails, looked at night,
She covered me with the rain, as if Shawl.
The sad end to me she will die
After all, the night is so cruel, she is not sorry for her.

When your train starts to go,
The heart will smear on the rails of my.
No need, probably so much in love,
Knowing in advance: not to be to us together.

And the heart behind the train will reach -
That is my last gift to you.
Sorry, only death will not wake up.
For a meeting with you grateful to fate ...
02/14/2010