Sketches of love

куплет:
Cigarette smoke, dimness of a pub,
Whiskey in my veins and angry longing.
Scars on the heart, like from a knife,
The shadows and ashes of the past are ashes.
Sketches of love, charcoal on canvas,
I'm painting your image in the night by candlelight.

припев:
There's passion in my voice.
And a prayer of love,
You can't hear!
You don't hear the cry of the soul!
There's pain in my voice.
And the hopes of prayers,
All these are just sketches of love!

куплет:
Empty glasses, a violin in anguish,
Whiskey is running through my head.
Every note is like a sharp blade,
My chest is tearing apart.
Sketches of love, charcoal on canvas,
I'm painting your image in the night by candlelight.

припев:
There's passion in my voice.
And a prayer of love,
You can't hear!
You can't hear the cries of the soul!
There's pain in my voice.
And the hopes of prayers,
All these are just sketches of love!

куплет:
Time slipped by, a ricochet of fate
There are only sketches of love in my memory.
I'll be looking for a memory trail again.,
Your silhouette remains in the sketches.

припев:
There's passion in my voice.
And a prayer of love,
You can't hear!
You can't hear the cries of the soul!
There's pain in my voice.
And the last motif...
it's all just sketches of love!