Текст песни Записки Неизвестного - Дух сомнения

As of pants, growing out of the songs -
I feel like my world is this cramped,

And I hear a sharp bitterness on inspiration -
How alive boiled in broth era ...

But is it worth a life, though this line,
What vain rhyme with a light hand!

Not me alone, that the whole world is proud ...
I pick whether a chord is I feeling?

What would sound to express the greatness of God -
I knew grief not enough.

I loved pohlebat ponavaristey ing
With meat chunks imperishable relics ...

But whatever happened, not worth the ruble -
And the eternal fire burn down to charcoal!

How to live in the mind but with a pure soul,
With pain in the heart and great faith?

Love! - It was only entitled to a loving ...
And if it is not - because there is nothing to correct!

I do not wish ill ripening forces -
Grape bushes nurtured from the grave,

But just stay as it is, I can not -
No candle to God nor the devil poker ...