Текст песни StranaPrilivov - Святая Любовь

Your torment is my love
A night apart is forever
I am not hell, not heaven - not your fault
The soul died, now it's just me

How much gold is in your hands
Mother-of-pearl, weighty carat?
You found so much love in yourself
That wealth will outshine Cheops mansions

Passion burns and heart burns
You skillfully cut around the edges
Coming soon from cast steel
Illuminated, alive again
Holy love for you and me!

Where is passion, where is duty?
Everything mixed as if into one
You call me Judas
But considering at the same time beloved ...

"There is no price for sublime feelings" -
All the blind prophets cried
I will say that the price is tears
Which you paid in full ...