Текст песни Проезд Белинского - Письмо к Даме

Hello, sweetheart!
sullenly
Day once frowned squints
And, as usual, the snow flakes
Nourishing ate hangover street.
I, as a hostage,
As if handcuffed,
Inspiration chained to the table.
Paper can not wait poetinoy reprimand,
A poet is waiting for word.

Without waiting, the moat.

Paper aches,
Tons of flakes melting tearfully.
And I like the sultry Noah
I am the way right thing.

And you - the traffic light,
And at the appointed hour
I worked on the run red.
On the way, he built a house of phrases
And he gathered noktyurnovy puzzles ...

Are scattered all over again.
Prosper Merimee
Serves as a apple saucer Lipton.
Shagane, you are my Shagane,
Sorry about the ridiculous
P.S.
Once again, I pardoned.
Not looking for the creature:
Muse cruel joke night.
Therefore, bye!
Your humble king,
Poet Maxim Iskandyrov.