Текст песни РисБо - понял

the reader waiting for Holmes and Watson .
hacks - recitals .
empty cans want conservation.
I want nothing.
saw the good itself. seen evil .
or cold. nor hot.
inflamed lymph nodes.
this is a poem about yourself .
means poems about anything.
an old word. here in the future.
bad, when all a blur .
bad when the sea bottom is not.
I say it does not hurt .
but it hurts and will hurt .
Showers will be held . storm subsides .
someone plucked flowers . someone berёg .
Look, hugging tightly wrong .
those not cross the threshold .
fell last year's snow .
not sick and grow big.
I'm fine .
Only in the room was crowded.
not only the fire , and candle .
and not a word about the most important .
I once begin to be silent .
and in conversation rare .
for something stronger.
me myself someone tell .
bright bird waiting for the iron cage .
dreaming about gifts Christmas stockings.
Once I have many years as a
I want nothing.

here is a man that I am .
I get it.