Текст песни Андрей Яковлев - К Музе

Time will come and the poems are soles
All our views, sms, calls,
Words and text Sheets will explode
The motive of the song, moans of love.

You will be the lines of my poem,
And I am a chord for your ballads -
Without unnecessary words, slowly, and looked
Love intentionally and at random ...

All this may be, do not only put the point
In the midnight of silence -
Flipping page chirkni line
Or inadvertently appear in a dream.

Yes, and you and I'm not easy
Once again believe the man
To breakdown with dreams heart access,
Which is already tired of leaving.

It shouts, "I'm still trusting!",
And the mind is hiding in the bushes -
On the wisdom of him how much none
But the real choice is in the hearts.