Текст песни Olivia - Демиург на четверть ставки

I live in the pages of books,
I look at other people's eyes.
A couple of phrases - and there was a mirage,
The (un) reality itself crawl.

I dissolved in the blood of others
And I do not breathe his breast.
Call me crazy,
Mad with, believe me, it is not difficult.

Give life a short time
And take it if you want.
In line much to invest:
And love, and goodness and friendship.

Acquire and lose again,
Wiping tears furtively.
And once again play in the Creator -
We taste the sweet madness.

The desire to weave a story,
(Not) to conduct myself through the storm.
And flipping through dozens of years,
(Not) to create a reality,

What will replace the real world,
Flashed palette of colors.
And pohlesche wine drunk
The tango dragging my mind.

Whirlwind dreams swallow me
Leaving poems in memory.
I will passionately love (not) I
(Not) my adversary beckons.

I just created strings
As for the heart is hot.
I'm not an angel, not the devil, not God -
Demiurge * I bet a quarter ...