In Thee , my sadness, my fear in you
And the music in my writing one .
Now my mind is in your hands
My soul is exhausted you.
And she was asleep , tired , and I know you - the same dream.
My soul is not locked , but the path to the heart peregrazhden .
Words were to me , and the whisper of the shadows
Do you listen to in a dream , a story about it.
Words were to me as a door without the key ,
God, only words were to me.
Empty silence in the dark rings , and the world is silent,
The whole world is silent - your only fault. You forgotten me ,
Wounded, wretched world sleeps.
Words were to me , and the whisper of the shadows
Do you listen to in a dream , a story about it.
Words were to me as a door without the key ,
God, only words were to me. ( 2p)
Colder , but the memories pain
But my soul is still warm
O Lord, forget about it soon,
What was then passed ...
Words were to me , and the whisper of the shadows
Do you listen to in a dream , a story about it.
Words were to me as a door without the key ,
God, only words were to me.
