Текст песни Анклав Снов - Доктор Для Твоей Души

Tearing the flesh of his arms ,
The palm gather blood,
I 'm trying to get people out of
Anything that causes pain .
As for the white paper with a brush ,
The sterile scalpel am ,
Under the flesh smooth and clean
I heart dirty looking .
Run! You do not surpass himself ,
With fear in dance spun ,
And I will add hellfire ,
I'm a doctor for your soul .
Inside, I was empty as catacombs
And a sense of long- closed entrance ,
In your heart , I am looking for blood clots ,
You cry, yet weep bitterly .
One thing I know for sure -
You can kill , love ,
And your sense of snow melt ,
So what's better you than me?