Текст песни Olivia - Soul eraser

I'll brush my soul off the lines
I'll leave words and dots.
The judge was too strict -
The verdict is ready ahead of schedule.

I will erase my soul from phrases -
It is out of place in letters.
Poems are not a soul full face,
And prose is just a doll.

I will squeeze the corrector with my hand
And I'll smear my soul in verse.
I will give myself peace
Scattered soot along the lines.

Then I will cross out myself -
A sheet and a pen will remain
Let (not) poetry, flying,
They will fall into the basket without a sound.

I am not in these letters -
Strikethrough with black ink.
There is just soulless delirium
And the notes of a boring sonata.