Behind you, the doors are closing,
Despair will be my only fate,
I can’t believe what I’m composing,
That you won’t be here, it’s too late.
The rivers of blood will be halted,
Coldness will chill my weary bones,
And tightly my eyelids will be salted,
If you’re not here, I’ll be alone.
For I am dying without you,
For I am dying without you.
I’ll lie down in my coffin’s embrace,
No one will judge us evermore,
You’ll lose your half in this cruel race,
If I’m not here, you’ll feel the sore.
Nerves will cease to cause me trouble,
My fingers rot in the decay,
Worms will feast in a darkened rubble,
If you’re not here, I’ll fade away.
For I am dying without you,
For I am dying without you.
The tomb will be draped in cobwebs,
No one will love you as before,
I’ll become just a marshy ebb,
If you’re not here, I’ll be no more.
All around will carry on moving,
In the whirl of lives and their fate,
Someone will love and keep proving,
But here, without me, you’ll await.
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Lyrics written by O. Naumov
Lyrics translated with: @bro_hey_bot
Music and vocals created with AI: https://suno.com/
Свидетельство о публикации №485770 от 11 марта 2025 года