Seven Rounds Of Hell
So hard to keep an open heart
When so much shit happens around
Scars is your most expensive gift
I pick it sometimes
When I think about you
Feel a lump rise in the throat
I didn’t fell sorry only for those days
That passed near with you
You is the reason because
I don’t want to die always
Now I have an aim
And it’s deeply in my heart
Single people walk away
Similar attracts similar
Two sick souls met
To walk their own ways
I need your hands
That will meet me
Your life is pain
That you shared with me
My life is fake
Without you
I live in seven rounds of Hell!
My painted face
Is someone’s dirty tricks
I’m a broken toy
A hutch is my brain
I walk alone
With my pain
In the seven rounds of Hell
I’ll bleed for you!
I’ll die for you!
Sprinkle the head with ashes
Leave the past in the past
The voices are in my head. So much
That I don’t hear my voice
I’ll bleed for you
I’ll break the ribs of that
Who'll try to hurt you
I respect you!
Семь кругов ада
Так тяжело держать сердце открытым,
Когда вокруг происходит столько дерьма
Шрамы – твой самый дорогой подарок
Я ковыряю их время от времени
Когда я думаю о тебе,
Комок подкатывается к горлу
Я не жалею только о тех днях,
Что прошли рядом с тобой
Ты – причина, по которой
Мне не всегда хочется умереть
Теперь у меня есть цель
И это глубоко в моем сердце
Одноразовые люди проходят мимо
Подобное притягивает подобное
Две больные души встретились,
Чтобы каждый шел своей дорогой
Мне нужны твои руки,
Которые встретят меня
Твоя жизнь – это боль,
Которой ты делилась со мной
Без тебя моя жизнь – подделка
Живу в семи кругах ада
Мое нарисованное лицо-
Это чьи-то грязные уловки
Я – сломанная игрушка
Мой мозг – клетка
Прогуливаюсь один
С моей болью
В семи кругах ада
Я пущу кровь ради тебя
Я умру ради тебя
Посыпь голову пеплом
Оставь прошлое в прошлом
Голоса в моей голове
Так много, что я не слышу собственного голоса
Я пущу кровь ради тебя
Я сломаю ребра тому,
Кто попытается причинить тебе боль
Я уважаю тебя!
Seven Rounds Of Hell
So hard to keep an open heart
When so much shit happens around
Scars is your most expensive gift
I pick it sometimes
When I think about you
Feel a lump rise in the throat
I did not fell sorry only for those days
That passed near with you
You is the reason because
I do not want to die always
Now I have an aim
And it's deeply in my heart
Single people walk away
Similar attracts similar
Two sick souls met
To walk their own ways
I need your hands
That will meet me
Your life is pain
That you shared with me
My life is fake
Without you
I live in seven rounds of Hell!
My painted face
Is someone's dirty tricks
I'm a broken toy
A hutch is my brain
I walk alone
With my pain
In the seven rounds of Hell
I'll bleed for you!
I'll die for you!
Sprinkle the head with ashes
Leave the past in the past
The voices are in my head. So much
That I do not hear my voice
I'll bleed for you
I'll break the ribs of that
Who'll try to hurt you
I respect you!
Seven circles of hell
So hard to keep the heart open
When going around so much crap
Scars - your most precious gift
I pick them from time to time
When I think of you,
Lump in your throat
I only regret the days
That have been with you
You - the reason why the
I do not always want to die
Now I have a goal
And it's deep in my heart
Disposable people pass by
Like attracts like
Two patients met the soul ,
To each went his own way
I need your hands ,
Who met me
Your life - it's a pain ,
Which you shared with me
Without you my life - a fake
I live in the seven circles of hell
My painted face-
This is someone's dirty tricks
I - a broken toy
My brain - cell
stroll one
With my pain
In the seven circles of hell
I'm comin for ya blood
I'll die for you
Sprinkle ashes
Leave the past in the past
Voices in my head
So much that I can not hear your own voice
I'm comin for ya blood
I broke a rib fact
Who will try to hurt you
I respect you !
