Текст песни Альберт Лобов - Жизнь поэта

The life of the poet is short - if he lived on the verge
Roof in the sky cloud yes draft in pocket
If the flame was burning and the coal did not blur
Everyone shared that he had and sheep did not bleary

Life of the poet of short - Kabaki da Baba
And the track is not easy, stones yes bump
In a drunken fight in the heart knife
Or bullet in the back, gossip, rumors, dirt and lies
To the paturity - move

The life of the poet is short - if sang without false
If you knew for sure what happens next
If I knew, but did not turn off the chosen road
I didn't chase my wise

The life of the poet is short - a wedding poverty
Thought at lines deep, tears in pieces of consciousness
Only the truth poet that he lived
Filling your boss what is all more expensive

The life of the poet is short - glory after death
Waits to be able and while tempting devils
Only when under the rotor turns the soul rolled
That's then your poems can recognize!