Текст песни Кюршев Антон - Не знаю, что пытаюсь доказать

I do not know what I'm trying to prove
With his word is a miserable.
Maybe life retells
Turning everything in notes.

Maybe tell about human poverty,
About love, about lost in bad weather.
And so, enclosure with longing,
I look at those who are unhappy again.

And I understand that I am writing for them.
But the voice of the internal trap
And the muse, left somewhere in the distance.
Pressing the pedal to the floor.

I do not understand anything
And thoughts do not go at all.
Perhaps, poems for my heart,
And not understandable to everyone.

Then, I'm unhappy here,
I do not understand that in the crowd I am looking for "my" eyes.
And that happiness leaving for later,
I stay again with loneliness together.