Текст песни Stil - Стих пятый

This is life ... This is life, timid hands touched breathing, palms are heard, in a small world of the soul, fire burns with the baby, happy thoughts in the heart will cover the soul of that only mother with flame, but someone destroyed everything. She lies in a bloody puddle, and her daughter snuggled closer because nobody heard a tearing scream that night or all her ears were closed when she was killed, all the bitches ran past when she was catching up. Pounding a wolf pack, they decided to rub the body, then they finished laughing, kicking the torn body, and the daughter screamed for help, called for human help. Mother cried in the rain and prayed to God, they covered her mouth with a blow and threw it into the mud like a kitten, he was a real man, he dealt with her like a child, she saw it all as life in her hands faded away, tell me God for five years she told me. And the sky was crying in pain, the wind scattered grief, the little girl, the speech lost the adult steel, in her gaze crawled to her body quietly and drowned in her arms, she only wanted to believe that it was just a curse. But my heart was beating less often, the path became even to zero, my eyes closed forever, I no longer feel pain, all night lying on the pavement we found two in the morning, this life story is about true love ...