Текст песни Елеонора Веста - На самом дне твоей души

At the very bottom of the soul (Elyonor Vesta)
Do not bite my lips. They are not tasty at all.
Salty because of blood and red due to your burns,
Honestly ... we are so different
What we stand completely from different sources.
You're hot as the heat by the fire is big,
Well, I am so stable cold ice.
But in us exactly the same cry of dumb,
And it seems to me that one day he will kill us ...
If only earlier I do not grow and you will not fuss
Because of each other. NOT, I'm not scared.
I'm not afraid of my death, you understand ??
I'm afraid you will not matter,
What do you lose yourself or life. But
For sure, not me, since I am not so important.
If only you didn't have everything
On yourself. Would you like in your shower
Scattered or became only mine.
Only mine. Only mine.
And then Kousai how much you want.
To burns and intoxication in the head with temptation,
After all, I will know what you all happen,
After all, your faith is free like you.
And the rest will take me
Wounded heart scraper from height
Looking bright outbreak
Some one is not a pyshki, silly,
Shortness of breath, baby, baby,
Read old book
Which is just hanging in the depths
And maybe even at the bottom
Your little pure soul ...