Текст песни Алексей Щербак - Абсурд

I swore sobriety drunkard,
He is a liar, he spoke of truth
He is a northerner, one from the south,
White ink on canvas.

In sleeplessness he saw dreams,
He ate drinks, drank food.
He requested, for you, to compose prose
And here I am writing poems to you.

In the mediocrity of his talents,
In a war of worlds and a world of wars,
Giving gifts from greed
He was a favorite of all - an outcast.

He loved so much that he hated
And not afraid, he sensed fear.
I definitely saw him somewhere,
He is reflected in the mirrors.