Текст песни Septem Voices - История смерти

Have you heard the tale about a card without a suit?
History of life, history of passion
On the throat with a knife, like in the water without a sigh
Do you recognize the taste of blood? Will you try?
Die ...

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

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

Otkolota from life, tear off sleep
Wake up forever from a dead whisper

All my life on the thread, the coil on the shelves
They lie and gather dust, not sorry, without breaking
Without meaning, the arrows are weighty
Roads without numbers: so dry, so shallow

Moments drop by drop, death to moment
Seconds left, I have enough patience
All I need is a glance, only a sound is enough for me.
Need only the door that will miss without knocking

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

Have you heard a story about a 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 believe?
Do not believe
She's not
I dreamed...