Текст песни Игорь Селиванов - Зависимость души от лиры истинной

The dependence of the soul of the true lyre
imbued with a sense of books with rhymes
of the gallows-time only barrier
preodaleniya his whole life, and not a moment

Verse 1

I devoted myself to this, writing texts
I climbed into the soul of a sense of responsibility
on this planet, including pirouettes in the sky
I'm flying on, leaving a trail of the poet
leaving a trail of pictures of the letters
each time expanding circle razomknuvshiysya
would take up a bow, an arrow to put in the sky
thereby making the sign of the time-action
Our motto is to serve the elders chronicles
following the tradition of the fair authorities
the power of reason and enlightenment pride
I accept the mission, kneeling
laziness do not work, it destroys
problems (exhale) pattern for background
leave accompanying burden to enemies
They sedyat them, probably will be asked to supplement
But the path is not always roses, sometimes thorns
many see a lot going on around
near the nostrils snot, painful in the extreme
poet lost identity, lost his head
sedation fails, everything came down the trail
... broke interred their works
I could not resist ... our mission look
preodalet trouble, do not get out of the way
including attacks on consciousness, whips on your back
we endure the pain, but do not turn off the way
we are on the road, cross the vast field
We sun-warmed fruit good nature
Freedom ringtone melody songs Olympus
play the harp, eclipsing everything else
we win, I'm sure, with us goddess Nike
and the end of life we ​​will serve the lyre

The dependence of the soul of the true lyre
imbued with a sense of books with rhymes
of the gallows-time only barrier
preodaleniya his whole life, and not a moment