Текст песни Дама Крести - Письма ни о чём

Everyone who is granted to create
Not anywhere from the opinions of judges.
Always have to give
A sip of attention to strange people
That sitting silently until the morning
In which envy kept the essence.
On the white sheet put words.
Not dropping ink

Write letters to nothing
On the stuffing glass.
Write letters to nothing
But not me

The question is silence, the answer is disgust.
Everyone has many stupid ideas.
Nothing pushes on the request of forgiveness
These people's forgotten people.
All songs are written from the first sword.
From thoughts that were in my head.
And never become extended rush
For all those people that the roads me.

Write letters to nothing
On the stuffing glass.
Write letters to nothing
But not me