Текст песни Дима Бондар - Без душі,без лиця і без імені

1
I woke up from the rustle and tears of the trees,
Around was darkness, the forest and without breaks
Voices were heard, more precisely intonation
I do not know whether this is true or my hallucinations ..
I do not remember why I was lying unknowing here
Touch the lantern on the phone,
Lighting around and seeing the right from me
A notebook in gray and the inscription Diary.

I opened and started to read strange lines,
There were bizarre drawings and like wet tracks.
This is the life story of a simple girl,
But after the words written, the complexity becomes simpler.
There was no name or a specified age there
The words tore paper, the soul was torn from screaming.
And there was no laugh there, only tears and crying
The mountains of past defeats and unbearable failures.

Chorus:
Without soul, without face and without name
Her heart lives where shadows are all.
Where lost souls are scabby
They do not find shelter in eternity.
The figures disappeared in the dark
They are neither dead nor alive.
The life broke out like a hearth
Rise up dark, I want to live another ...

2
It all began with the words: "Why do I have such a penalty ?!
Why does my life look like someone else's nightmares?
I'm so trying to be strong, Why am I still here? "
Drafts and dots, intriguing sketches.
When she was eight, they left their dad
In a one-room apartment, my mother's salary.
Hardly enough to not die of starvation,
This existence in Ukraine will be frank.
Patient mocking teachers and peers:
"You are a loser! Orphan! Where are you fleeing? From where?"
Swallow tears, suffered, ran home,
And there it was sobbing, roared, two years later.
Mom appeared second, it's like a "legal" stepfather,
She learned about cruelty, but that's forever.
Soon my mother got sick and my mother did not become
When I read these words, I turned my soul!

Refrain: ...

3
I continued to read, and so section by section,
The heart wound the words as a burning shot.
She ran out of the house, from the beadle and other companies,
This is how to escape from the alligator in the teeth of pirani!
Where are the nights at the station, the mistreatment of passers-by
Praying alms near the houses of God.
Malnutrition, persistent pain, everyday,
The desire to finish a long-established diary.
But she never perceived humanity,
The title of the last section is "My Suicide."
I shuddered! Empty page .. Its a photo ..
And the marks from the fingers .. from the swamps ..
I looked at the photo and stood up to my feet,
Her eyes were in pain for help.
Suddenly, I was scared, my arm touched my shoulder,
I turned abruptly ... it stood ...

Chorus: ... (2 times)