Текст песни Элджернон Флауэрс - Творческая квартира

"Artistic apartment"

The club from the apartment the smoke,
If you dare, at least a little, to lift the front.
Here, everyone has their own love story
And their understanding of morals.

At the entrance of three or four garbage bags,
No one hand they do not get thrown away.
The door is open to the kitchen - where smoking poets.
It is a kind of suburb.

At the entrance wall of the smoke - a face control.
By accessing, do not stumble on a bottle of wine.
At the other end of the three silently looking out the window,
Whether looking for a reflection, or staring into the distance.

Along the corridor ran girl,
Apparently, he is looking for a place in the apartment.
Further artists like maniac,
They have covered walls, red interfering with blue.

For me it's total chaos,
Before the madness brings a variety of colors.
One of the pictures - image of Paradise,
But it is now too gray shade!

The last room beats on the ears,
The amplifiers operate at full capacity.
These people have long forgotten the words.
Music - an expression of their feelings.

On the way back visiting the global idea:
"This house does not have enough space for commemorative plaques.
The poet does not see anything, the artist does not hear,
Musicians silent "Does anyone have any questions?

Algernon Flowers