Текст песни Андрей Денников - Больные думы

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There are no forces to sing and not to cry ,
Minutes are bitter ,
Ready to pour out all the senses ,
The sights and sounds for yourself run over .

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I blame Mademoiselle that I am a poet
Heavy anguish and bitter share ,
Not by his own free will , I became -
So really born.

I eh fault that my life is not sweet ,
And I love all together and hate ,
And I know about myself, what else can not see ,
After all, this gift has brought me a muse .

I know - there is no happiness in life ,
It is nonsense , the dream of the soul sick ,
And I know - boring chant all my dull ,
But I do not blame - I was such a poet .