Here, under the dust of my life
Kilometers deep
And centuries long
You might have found a corroded knife
That is my guilt,
It's sharp and strong.
Under the dust of my life
There're diamonds and pearls,
Purple and gray.
And also a corroded knife
Of vicious words
What a price I have paid!
Under the dust of my life
There is more pain
Than you've ever seen
The fact that I'm still alive
Makes me insane
Great is my sin.
Mind was a right place to hide
What no one should
Ever reveal
The testimonials of other side
Were just quiet prelude
To that hopeless still.
Under the dust of my life
There're diamonds and pearls,
Purple and gray.
And also a corroded knife
Of vicious words
What a price I should pay!
Under the dust of my life
There is more pain
Than you've ever seen
The fact that I'm still alive
Makes me insane
Great is my sin.
Under the Dust of My Life
© Copyright: Хельга Тарасова, 2009
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