Текст песни Андрей Солодов х филз лайк - непокорные чернила.

I'll lay the sheets under the rebellious ink
To the artist who waves in the dark
So chaotic and unskillful with a strange eye,
But strangeness so often leads to beauty.

I'll give despair calloused hands
To climb into the cuts of darkness.
Identifying with a wheeze all the synergy of darbuka,
Bursting with light into fallen minds.

I will give complete thoughts to doubts
Tearing your throat for a sip of water:
Let them translate everything into numbers,
I remain a fan of natural nudity.

The wanderers have reasons to return
All lonely - crumpled sheets
To the lost to touch the truth -
King - who dresses naked kings.

All the ravings in thirsty ears:
Sometimes they are more clean.
And in a person, like an apple from a pear:
The difference is in taste, not in skin color.

I'll paint the gray with a blob of watercolor
Under the indignant human stereotype.
What is not written, they sang in the kitchens,
What is not sung turns into a cry.

To all the moths of the justification of the light,
And silkworms are an alternative to novelty
And who leaves in the summer without turning around -
Memories just before winter.

Whoever took a step - take it in a cube,
Who gave another life, do not give their own.
And happiness is not in the number of rings on the log house,
And in the depths of the meaning of the dug track.

I will put my palms on the shoulders that are drooping
And so as not to turn around, but to understand everything and so.
Horses always start with ponies
Well, a genius for everyone is just an eccentric.

Well, I gave everything away, I stand alone and empty -
Everyone shouted the poor man, I whispered: - "Free."
And you understand, in this anorexic whirlwind of feelings,
No, I am not empty, you cannot understand how full I am.