Scars of the Soul Перевод Игорь Сергеевич Бельский

Woke up at night, in horror and fever,
Feeling death-damp and pain in the liver.
I saw a nightmare through my fairy dream,
And it washed me just like an ice-cold stream.

Once I was told by a fortune-teller:
“You were the last man standing in valor”
It made me recall the cold breath behind,
My soul was left with a scar that’s now mine.


Scars on the soul are never too old,
They don’t age with time – they only grow,
Blood cannot warm up scars on the soul,
Scars cause me pain for they’re never too old!


Years bring us one scar after other,
Friends pass away, children lose their mothers,
Pain within me is becoming stunning,
I guess my time to fade out is coming.

I want to take things under my control,
Instead the scar is still gnawing my soul.
I stay up all night and go through this ache,
I’m so scared to die before I’m awake!


02/5/200815:56