Текст песни Поэт - Я устал писать стихи

I realized the stupidity of poems .
They write for the outpouring ..
Soul
But in exchange for some suffering
And you, fool, come on, write!
You 'll never get understanding
Boy, Run , scrap , crash !
All their memories .
Your eyelids so easy ,
But closing the doors .
And I'm tired of writing poetry ..
I hope it was the last .