Текст песни Волнов Юрий - Одинокому поэту

Lonely poet

(Michael Kuchenevu)
Outside noise is not audible.
City two hours as is sleeping.
At the heart scratching mouse
Your head is buzzing.
To paycheck living week
In the house - rolled ball -
Sleeps longing in your bed.
You're torturing pen.
On the table, a bottle of beer -
All evening menu.
As fate you beautiful
Lured into a trap!
On a piece of fall in line
Drops of tears hateful days.
Why is lonely
Became a poet among the people?
Why meet a frown?
Why laugh after?
Why in the literature
And no luck in love?
Years pressed a heavy load,
Not near native soul ...
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Take out of mothballs muse
And write, write, write!
New poems, like birds,
Let fly from the pen.
If you can not sleep at night,
So, in a way it's time!
Closing the door in a smile
Stretch stubborn mouth.
Not a short path, enough dilly-dally!
Everything will turn out! Forward!