Septem Voices - История смерти
текст песни

Have you heard a fairy tale about a map without a suit?
Life Story, History of Passion
With a knife, as if into water without a sigh
Do you find out the taste of blood? Will you try?
Die ...

I am a book about evil without the last page
And I will tell you everything about the sky without a bird
For every word about pain
I will answer everything except that wound without salt

I was painted, transparent pages
I see people, but where are all faces?
Through the brushes and canvas, they cut me without screaming
For memory, with him, as a gift, killed

From life is broken down, take off from sleep
Wake up from a dead whisper forever

I have been on threads all my life, coils on the shelves
Lying and gathering dust, not sorry, without breaking
Without sense, they are weightily beat someone's arrows
Roads without numbers: so dry, so shallow

Moments dropped, to the death of an instant
There were seconds left, I have enough patience
I only have enough gaze, I only have enough sound
Only needs that door that will miss without knocking

Hear, I scream, I endure someone's torment
Look, I'm here, I hold your hands
I remembered how we all disappeared
How they trembled together, flew across the sky

Have you heard a fairy tale about life without tragedies?
Without pain, without wars, without love and without death
Do you believe in that fairy tale where there is no grin?
Do not trust?
Do not believe
She is not
I dreamed...