Текст песни Арс - Залог бессмертия поэта

Pawn poet immortality

Once someone adds a my line,
What did not manage to finish in his lifetime.
I hope the author is not a strict one,
There will be much to curse and blame.

After all, they are incomplete on paper only,
In my mind, I shall add them after death.
Let them wither on my grave poppies,
But do not break my pen, believe me.

After all, life is only a period limited to the body,
But the soul lives countless years.
While live poetry, my whole life thing,
I live in defiance of the laws of adversity.

Rows of my youth running eyes,
That's it, a pledge of immortality of the poet.
Its price is more expensive all worldly honors
And as balm soul, hovering in the world somewhere ...