Текст песни Островская Ксения - Не мечтала жить ради него, но....

I will sing
I didn’t dream of living for him,
 There are only three words on the lips as a keepsake
She spared no fire, it hurt, but
Something else is left of me
Breaks, but I know it will pass
Everyone goes along this road.
Going out hurts, but better than ice
On the earth that has enveloped so many

This is my truth, this is my word
It’s so scary to run on the glass, adding speed faster
It doesn't matter whose fault it is - to spit whose pride
I will sing while you need my voice

There is no road, alas, without loss
Someone sacrifices freedom
I knocked on a closed door
But stayed on the threshold
At the crossroads we burn bridges ..
Why doesn't it get easier?
Memory can be killed, only you
A trace left forever in my heart ..

This is my truth, this is my word
It’s so scary to run on the glass, adding speed faster
It doesn't matter whose fault it is - to spit whose pride
I will sing while you need my voice