Don't touch my soul...don't

Don't touch my soul...is not necessary,
I killed you...alive.
You know, I, unlike you,
Do not throw to the wind the words.

But, in the end, who cares
I haven't the greatest of dreams?
I give you my body,
But the soul touch-don't!

For burns even lie like a nettle,
Because words are not needed...
Because the soul is still waiting for a miracle
And, unfortunately, this is not going to be you.

Captive of silence silent
Someone else in heaven will lead.
And no one, hear no one,
Won't love like I do you...

I silence her, will not violate
And it will take a miracle of miracles:
If another is to love the soul,
Like you my body loved.

Don't touch my soul...don't...
I no longer believe the words...
You know, I, unlike you,
Someone...her...not give...