Текст песни В.Коротков,сл,Аторин Сергей,муз,В.Коротков - На письменном столе.сл,Аторин сергей

On the desk
Sergei Atorin
On his desk - unbridled songs
Soul equivalent seditious poems.
All strings poobvisli, and soon crack deck.
How hard to atone for the sins of us mortals!

Some stopped their ears, to hear nothing.
Another closed his eyes so as not to see the bottom,
And, sipping bitter one gulp in a lull,
Casual "came out" to open the window!

For inspiration laziness so constantly gnawing.
Just one moment - and everything was broken!
That bullet, the needle, then someone will summarize.
Still, perhaps something we have succeeded!

Connecting thread between two worlds
Again someone had looped into the invisible ball.
The granite monolith, a basket with flowers.
With him he took a small world!