Текст песни Кладбище Сердец - Последняя Песня

I finish the last song,
The last chord on the guitar will take;
And three days after recording stuff
In his cold bed to die.
I feel like the hand sink,
I look forward, and the darkness around;
, Believe me, I will not be twenty-five years,
There will be no wives and children than ever.
Melody of this impregnated pain
And the way my heart slows down too;
And do not climb two hundred years of one's mind,
But it is necessary to me very much, I have to finish it.
Perhaps, someday, in ten years
creations will be my domestics,
And to play the guitar or the songs,
In that remaining particles of the soul.
Autumn, cold, a blind rain
My appearance will erase from the memory of many;
I hope someday, someone will remember
And my photo to heart the kiss ...
I finish the last song,
The last chord on the guitar will take;
And three days after recording stuff
In his cold bed to die.