Текст песни JIPIE - Ответ

You think that the truth is what is written:
On stone, paper or screen, turning over.
Truth so often does not fit into our framework,
So often that part of this life is just fiction

A mistake as a joke is still hope for the living,
And this terrible iron will not revive.
Someone warms the sun, and whom the candle warms,
And let it be very late - if I start:

In a house without windows, the sky is stellar,
At the sea, sand and on the edge of the forest of pine
Give a smile to the first counters
In a coma, try to smile too

Padonk has no shame or conscience
What the child does not have, everyone is ready to throw away
The writer has stories, poems and novels
In heaven they will definitely be asked according to the inventory

Chorus:

Separation makes hot bonfires in me
The flame of this green longing burns me
And whisper and whisper in my ear these languages
But Nuka brother you write for the soul how

Separation makes hot bonfires in me
The flame of this green longing burns me
And whisper and whisper in my ear these languages
But Nuka brother you write for the soul how


To ask yourself a question is to talk with yourself
You did not ask a question when did not know the answer, wait:
Who am I in front of you? You are rich and I'm barefoot
Who are you in front of me? You are smart and I'm stupid.

I prepared the answer for a long time
To the question of which is not