More songs by Liia
Description
The world is cracking at the seams, and the heart is like thin glass after winter: it seems to hold together, but as soon as you breathe, it crumbles into dust. Here, love is not about tenderness, but about the bruise after a fall: it hurts, it's upsetting, but you live on. It seems to be about someone else, but in fact it is about a world where home is just a memory.
The voice sounds as if it's coming from inside a crack - it trembles, breaks, and rises again. There is so much weary sincerity in these lines that even the air around them becomes heavier. And yet, amid the brokenness and pain, somewhere inside there is a small, stubborn desire - not to disappear, not to be forgotten, but simply to stay alive a little longer.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Знову розбилось моє серце і тепер не знаю, як склеїти. Чи варто було знати тебе?
Твої слова вдаряють об асфальт, я стерла коліна всі.
Моє серце тремтить від цих ран.
І моє серце тремтить від цих ран.
Якщо це все ілюзія, за що тобі повірила?
Ти знав, що не буває так.
В яку гру ти грав? Гра під назвою щира любов.
Моє серце тремтить від цих ран.
Це світ, де зівсяк вмирають люди. Вже не важливо, хто і звідки ти.
Я просто хочу жити й бути, але в моє буття важко повірити.
Лякаюсь зараз останніх хвилин, останніх секунд, даже навіть надії.
Я просто хочу повернутись додому, та його не існує, вже давно не існує.
Моє серце тремтить від цих ран.
Моє серце тремтить від цих ран, від цих ран, від цих ран, ран, ран, від цих ран, ран, ран.
Моє серце тремтить від цих ран.
English translation
My heart broke again and now I don't know how to put it back together. Was it worth knowing you?
Your words hit the asphalt, I wiped all my knees.
My heart trembles with these wounds.
And my heart trembles from these wounds.
If it's all an illusion, why did I believe you?
You knew it wasn't like that.
What game did you play? A game called true love.
My heart trembles with these wounds.
This is a world where people die all the time. It doesn't matter who you are or where you're from.
I just want to live and be, but it's hard to believe in my existence.
I am now afraid of the last minutes, the last seconds, even hope.
I just want to go home, but it doesn't exist, it hasn't existed for a long time.
My heart trembles with these wounds.
My heart trembles from these wounds, from these wounds, from these wounds, wounds, wounds, from these wounds, wounds, wounds.
My heart trembles with these wounds.