Текст песни Александр Заславский и Дмитрий Панов - Поэты не сдаются

Wild fate of the city for us
The new game, death is gone from his eyes
The darkness of love, the light of beauty
Caring together for you.

Pot window of dreams, past the inflated phrases
Through the ages, and the bridge to heaven hole
Poplar outside waiting rays thunderstorms
We are still together, drink a tear vines.

Poets do not give up, no place to go
Poets do not give up, always on the go
Poets do not give up, even die
Poets do not give up at the entrance to paradise.

Again on depresuhe rises in April
We were the horizon, glass drops in
We later wounded animal unearthly dreams
We got up early in the morning by grapeshot stanzas.

Plus a long meditation on the sign of Affairs
We have been, or will be, and where the limit
We thought or people, or shit
We are the first in nature, we do not care.

Poets do not give up, no place to go
Poets do not give up, always on the go
Poets do not give up, even die
Poets do not give up at the entrance to paradise.