Текст песни Проект Бенни - Погиб поэт....

On the table are scattered texts
And about himself and family
And a little bit of childhood
Muse on vacation
I fucked up the way I want to hear
Reassuring news
But this is my style
The poems of sadness, with the hope that one day let
Even green, dried bush
Neprinosit what that special joy
And let me forgive those who do not Kaifu
But I'm tired laugh unnecessarily
Yes, that's the way I am depressed MS
And hysterical despair
Throw out the window all these verses
Maybe have someone that would find
And perhaps it will pass
Stepping into sheets
On that I came up with a rhyme
And do not know none
And no one will see
How much in my head
This world is disgusting
He died the poet
slave of honor
And his lyrics are missing
He died spiritually and morally
And it's so corny
And who just do this all you need
Is somebody will listen
And what's the point tear someone's soul
I clearly understand
As I slowly destroy themselves
I uncounted these texts Art
Quite simply the only way
I know how I express my feelings
And when it becomes especially sad
I hear a knock on the head
Welcome to my muse
In my heart as much cargo
Help me dear
write all the things that I wish
or what is now on me fills
Ha and who do not know
I can not exactly understand
that in the depth of my heart lives
What in the depths of my heart lives ...
He died the poet
slave of honor
And his lyrics are missing
He died spiritually and morally
And it's so corny