Текст песни Поэт без усов - мертва

And smile Why now?
Who?
Drowning in despair ...
Initially, it was better to be alone ,
By thumb , like everyone else :
Believe me, opened , he gave himself completely,
And now just laugh pungent ,
Yes bile saliva from the mouth
Pride and
And this vile , branches jealousy,
All that's left,
And maybe ... And all that there was .