Текст песни Svaskalver - История моих шрамов

You came in without knocking
I forgot all my house.
You thought I did not hear
steps behind her.

Drawn by the open door,
the wind blew out the candle
and I turned the page ...

***

 Now, do not look away -
 you yourself decided to open the book,
 wherein it is written by someone
 the story of my scars

***

On the white surface of the paper
not just seeped blood,
when a clean sheet plunges
dry tip pen

and each word
tormented, like the first time,
but the pain is filled with meaning ...

***

 Let your heart sank -
 I'm going to beat him,
 until you're tired of hearing
 the story of my scars

***

The source of my misery
is now in your hand,
unspoiled page -
a thin slice of my soul.

Per carving letters
Damn you design me
and will soon finish the sentence ...
 
***
 
 Write, is enough ink
 write, until the words flow like,
 but not leaving Dots
 in the history of my scars

 Write, is enough ink
 write, until the words flow like,
 put every man point
in the history of my scars

(Author of the text and music - Fedor Alekseev)