WLVS - Плен - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It is not worth words, everything sees God, I have a sweet Capture of your shackles after seven hundred days and thousands of Luzst. Not to consider how many wandered whores and dogs ruined, the bottomless lies while I was looking for the keys from happiness. Behind all those whose shoulders would leave without heads, the roads, where the feet in the blood was erased, but walked, driven only with the light of your eyes, that so in the same time, so far. And I dreamed on the whole path of the days, where I could find you. Served stupid! Shouted blind! I did not believe, no! How many times did I turn back? How many times have you forced to go? Day from your brighter day, burning my star, burn. Not to describe and a million words, how sweet the captivity of your shackles.