Текст песни Olivia - Soul eraser

I'm sushing my soul from the rows,
Let's leave words and points.
The judge was overly strict -
Ready sentence early.

I soul sloe from phrases -
It is inappropriate in the letters.
Poems - not the soul of the face,
And the prose is just a doll.

Corrector Sing Hand
And the soul in verses I smell.
I will give peace
Praise on line Sport.

Then I'll cross myself -
The leaf and handle will remain
Let (not) verses, flying
In the basket will fall silently.

There is no me in these letters -
Crushed in black ink.
There is just a soulless nonsense
And the notes of the Sonata boring.