Текст песни А.В. Новиков - Сменив на шило мыло

Replacing the soap with an awl,
I'm fall dull
I spit poetry in my face.
May reprimand my boor
On a bare maple branch
Hang yourself in love
In the longing of dashing wanderings,
Into the fog of road waists
The seclusion of the spirit ...
Ah, autumn. Slut!
Poet litter.
How does Sting sound there?
Shape of may hart?
Looks like...
What should I do?
Oh my God...
Looks like I'm ending ...
I’m swinging over the abyss ...
And in a moment I’ll break ...