Плакала [Plakala] [English translation]

I am to save myself from your speech

I would be whole

For a year of insults

I would not make up a price

Burn

Bridges burn

And (there are) seas of tears

Yet know

This is the game I play

Less to say

More to realize

I am to save from your arrows

at least the body

driven under ice

Not finding

my self

It hurts

Just how it hurts

And blood sizzles

And the daughter is further not asleep

Less to say

More to realize

I cried a bit and again

the violet flushed with flowers

The day was shining bright

with mysterious signs

A young mother and a little one in love

In the kitchen were equally crying

Outside is night

Grey everything the morning made

Finding new

light

I should be

The face

wash off with rain

What else?

Donate to your heart

Under the raincoat

Less to say

More faith

I cried a bit and again

the violet flushed with flowers

The day was shining bright

with mysterious signs

A young mother and a little one in love

In the kitchen were equally crying