Текст песни Женя Петрушенко - Желчным поэтам

bile poets
Pale yellow slag - moon
Hiding her face behind the clouds.
Sick poet verses expectorant
The crowd tubercular word.
Exaggerate everyday paintings -
They bared the whole epoch .
Gliding approximately mannered lust
Pack of cold iceberg on the ice floes .
And loneliness as a weight on his feet ,
He was drawn into the maelstrom of the pale of the poet -
He extinguished the phenomenon of dawn ,
Vyharkav sick soul in verse.