Текст песни Блуждающий Лес - Осенний Дождь

Between poets and other schizophrenics
I don’t see much difference.
- What's the difference?
- Try to figure it out yourself.
That those others are constantly masked,
Strangers live lives, believe in a fairy tale.
They are vulnerable, they are affected by the seasons
They are beautiful and at the same time freaks.
Nobody really needs them
They are like drizzling autumn rain.
That those others sit at night in their beds
Who is at home, who is where, who is in the hospital room.
- But still the difference is what?
- Yes, nothing. Everyone wants to get fucked ..