Текст песни илья вилкин - я не могу писать про хорошо

I can not write about the " good " !
How strange . I for inspiration
Needed sorrows of destiny.

I can not write about happiness
Like stripped threads .

And about the nature does not say a word
She is beautiful - it is a fact .
The tragedy of per capita scale
In a lot easier to be expressed in verse.

Unhappy love - the key to success .
Schipotka sadness , a glass of melancholy ,
Bottle of vodka and sadness deha
And the heart of the young put in a vise .