Текст песни Olivia - Стихопауза

Stopped writing poems -
Exhausted, perhaps the themes?
I and Muse now quiet,
Figure out the dream where we

Lost in fragments of phrases,
Wound, looking for comparison.
Spiwhew again with us
Not a grill, but simply ... Way.

Paving tea in the kitchen,
Rejoicing biscuit tenth,
Repeating me: "Do not miss",
It will try to stubcide sadness

Strumberza Crazy daughter,
Empty cup will move
And step over the window, away -
Heart is frequent.

Welding, waving his hand,
Emptiness is the biscuit component.
I do not want the fate of this:
Unsuccessful blindly sewn

From the low rhymes she,
Overlocked by a dead word.
I don't need this life -
I want to poke again.