Текст песни Алексей Никонов - Снова ночь..

Night again. Empty room,
from which I will leave.
Rhyme is cursed gold
is doomed to the poet.
More fun than this measure
only death under the ax.
These golden arrows
just the stars outside the window
just torture, test
to cruel rock.
So any parting
turns into a result.
So any of our words -
distortion and lies.
Night, apartment, defeat,
I stick a knife into poetry.
To stop the century
and stumbled on a piece of paper
so that white pages
maddened in anguish.

03.00. 05/29/10.