Текст песни MegamasS - Быть поэтом

There is no dream, no hope, no inspiration
I couldn't stand the loneliness
I waited in a cell of a wretched epiphany
Revelation awaited and prophecy
There are other worlds in the world
So I am doomed to wander
Too many I have sworn to love
Sometimes forgetting about the vocation
Being a poet is synonymous with misery
Otherwise it cannot be
That's why I'm satisfied, in part
Whirling like a white raven in the sky
I buried love in the predawn darkness
With her I laid hope in the grave
Keep faith, return again
The blood was boiling in me, the blood was cold
I led seven lame brides down the aisle
To become infinity with the sky
Back hunched as I carried my cross
And married vice with humanity