Текст песни Cheerful - Полтарелки

Cheerful - «Poltarelki" (Ke'Pasa prod.)

I was not so important whether I will write an album,
What pieces of paper at the table turned to my noble tone.
No faith in the power and meaning of words, and then,
What mountain was earlier sent to the same - in a coffin.

"And it's silly to pour," I hear from all sides.
This self. Yes, it is, ah know.
And it looks like a weakness? Weakness, yes,
From the crown of my head to toe edge.

My hands were shaking when I put them on the head,
My feet and hands of the clock in the cold,
Braking processes of thought and search
Gone somewhere circus program "Youth".

You gave me advice? Thank you dear.
I gathered many tips - enough for a cookbook.
But after each cooking - dish out one.
Poltarelki - sun poltarelki - dark.