When the words end, the routine will drag us
We will master the image of those who are always aching, life will trash
Without choosing a craft, stay forever a poet
At this moment I will burn poetry, and commemorate
Let them fly, I’m not sorry for them, in vain they were only wasting time
This one is not alone, but he became a genius writer
You are lucky, do not take everything closely at your own expense
We are along the course, where will we go further?
In the fields, on the scorched grass, I walk barefoot
In other people's underwear, people rummage like insects
In this city, it’s so hard for me to breathe
How to get to the dream, give me some sign
Look what a sunset, tired of the day
What are you going to talk about, citizen writer?
When the words are over, the last sheet will go away
But after a dark night rush sunrise
Etc
Here! i see the sun under my feet
Where will the new day bring us and what will give us
Here! I change darkness into colors
My destiny is to write and the edge is not visible to this
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The world is not the same, but you and I believe as children
What is in the power to change what those and these heaped up
They have the essence of pocket, but to us, what will burn out?
The idea is only for cash, and so everything is not a game
Nothing depended on us, became the motto
Those who spent their lives peering at the TV
On pitnitsa trips to the poppy, the acquisition of junk
Need of life, how simple are you
I am told that mine has developed in abundance
That around loot, and I myself am saturated with rot I
You wanna be me like that, empty pocket and the sky is blue
I have accumulated so many songs, you can trade them yourself
Look what a sunset, tired of the day
What are you going to talk about, citizen writer?
When the words end and someone closes the door
The room is empty, I will open a new chapter in a notebook