Текст песни А.Сабельников - Диагноз

My diagnosis is very simple:
Neither money, nor connections, nor in the life of registration ...
We have a thaw again.
Blizzard and frost
Spring rain. How long? -
Eternal question.
How about whiskey?
He is a Table, of course, everything is as always ...
Still, something should not change.
Why not that? Cause
Wait. Champagne?
Nice! Relax!
Everything is stolen to us - I heard it somewhere.
We left
Occolta climb higher.
We seem to be from those who are under the arrow.
Talk about yourself without being
by itself.
From point "A"
comes out the train
But not in "b",
As we assumed, -
In the unknown. In one voice
We ... silent, we ordered
After all, we do not decide anything in this dream.
The age of the prophets behind.
I am only a shadow yourself, someone with a hole in the chest
From the bullet, designed not to me.
Doubly
It's a shame. Mayakovsky? Of course not.
I found out what life salt
And why today happiness.
And what is the pain today.
I will not say. Heart to Heart
Pass your heat. Wrist
Let them remain well.
Clouds from the north and from the south,
But your face is everywhere:
bright light in the dark
echo in full silence
Hold me around the edge
to a victorious end.
What am I hinting at?
Let poems remain verses
You - you will stay (I hope).
What not to convey words
I understood from the book "Heres."