Текст песни Никита Стихами - Пора что-то менять

You can take and
Discarded.
To me you do not vykat.
You can simply win
If you fall to the depths
And there did not get out,
While itself not succeed
Hate.
One option on the two actions.
Hamlet infuriates already.
Yes, I can not be like Horace.
In one life a couple of times to rejoice.
It's time to dress up,
In decent person.
Do you remember talking to me for a long time
On the truth.
On the shoulder.
Handshake.
I had you,
To return to life to complain.
What do you want from me?!
I myself cocks!
These lines, old,
As hackneyed new.
But I hear your howling at night,
I read at night about your grief.
More print a thousand words,
It was once hurt.
I saw this joke,
It is a style,
But why give up
In your life?
You can explain to me?
This is not poetry.
This letter.
No recipient,
Do not bring them back,
And where was you yourself?
Statue. At the start.
These letters to old age.
They are important.
You're going to read them.
Please do not ask me why.
I do not fuck,
It is in tears.
Cuts.
As it became burning hot,
In my cheeks.
On the shoulder - 1 times.
Handshake - 1 times.
Wake up.
It's time to change something.